"Hey, Mom! No Girls Allowed!"

*Update: The winner of this You Pick the Title Contest is: Momma Roar.

I loved her title of, "Hey, Mom! No girls allowed!" Considering the conversation at this BOYS ONLY table probably contained the words "butts" and "poop" and "tooting" (three of my boys' current favorite topics of conversation which coincide with knee-slapping, hysterical laughter) - Momma Roar's title is perfect.

Thank you all for playing along.

Happy, Happy New Year!

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I should be doing mid-week vacation laundry.

I should be organizing the piles of Christmas presents tossed in the corner of my in-law's guestroom where I'm currently residing.

I should be trying to figure out why I put so much creamer in my coffee when a simpler solution would be to chug it straight from the bottle.

Instead, I'm sitting on the sofa looking through photos of my babes and trying to wrap my mind around how another year has slipped by when I'm certain it just started.

I gasped when I came upon this photo.

Who is this little boy? What has he done with my baby? And, what is he thinking sittin' there betweeen his brothers with that smirk on his face?

This photo made me laugh out loud. And, then it made me cry. And, then I got all pensive and lethargic about how the seasons of motherhood are but fading flowers in the garden of life and now I'm eating peanut M&M's from the jar on top of the TV with reckless abandon.

M&M's always and forever bring sweet comfort to my soul. And, pudge to my midriff. It's a tradeoff I can live with.

Due to my current emotional crisis, I'm letting you all choose the title to this post/picture - my last of 2009. Best, most creative, funniest, snarkiest, most touching title gets put up top. I'll probably let my husband choose the winner because I'm in no condition to choose. I'll post the winning title up top tonight.

Happy New Year's Eve, everyone.