A House of Cards

I have approximately 172 other blog posts I should be writing right now.

About Christmas. And cloth diapers. And mom guilt. And the fact that I'm pretty sure my daughter's schedule is so far out of whack thanks to the long holiday weekend that we'll likely never get it back on track.

But not today.

That will all have to wait.

Because today, I am "that mom," who is going to pepper her social networking pages with gobs of gratuitous photos of her child whether her readers like it or not.

As my child is adorable, I feel it is my prerogative.

And also because it's my blog, so I can do what I want.

And also because my child hasn't slept through the night in, well, ever. Because she doesn't. She laughs at the mere thought of waking up less than three times throughout the night-time hours these days. Darn, 6-month growth-spurt.

In other words, I'm probably balding as you read this, and the odds I'll have a chance to even proof-read this post are slim to none.

Furthermore, I am in no place to pen jaunty witticisms and advice about cloth-diapering.

I have too much on my plate right now.

Not to mention the fact that I - gasp! - still haven't finished my Christmas cards.

I know, I know. All of you crazy people who have all your Christmas shopping, shipping, and schlepping done by July can pick up your jaws now.

I am, as they say, an epic fail. Woefully behind. A big, fat loser.

But enough. I'm desperately trying to shake off my woebegone-ness, and I am currently in the process of designing, addressing, and mailing out my Christmas cards this week.

So this is where you come in.

Remember when I said that we had a little photoshoot this weekend? Of Ella's 6-month photos? Specifically for the Christmas card?

Yeah, that.

Well, the photos are back, and I love them all, and gosh darn it! My kid is so cute that I now have no idea what to do.

So, today, I need your help.

I need you to pick a photo.

And, if you're feeling the creative spirit coming on, caption it.

Give it a title. Or a name. Or something I can write on the Christmas card with it besides the usual "Merry Christmas!"

Please. I'm begging you.

Especially before the aforementioned adorable infant under my roof kills every last dilapidated mommy brain cell I have left.

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The contenders are:

Photo #1

Photo #2

Photo #3

Photo #4

Photo #5

Photo #6

Photo #7

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It has been pointed out to me by the experts that be - ahem, you know who you are - that our first family Christmas card should likely have our family on it.

Seeing as how I just adore photos of myself - only not! - I have begrudgingly began considering the possibility.

If I do use one of all of us, it will probably be the following:
Because a) it's not horrendous of the hubs or myself, and b) because I like the lighting in it. In fact, if it didn't include my thighs, I'd likely love it.

But there you have it. The above photo may be on the card, as well, just in case you creative types would like to work it into your catchy little caption and/or greeting, for which, of course, I will be eternally grateful.

Heck, I may just send you a Christmas card as a token of my affection.

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Happy Tuesday, everyone! Be back tomorrow withe aforementioned cloth-diapering post!