My kids are still cute.

Not much of a newsflash, that title, but oh, well. You need proof?

Once again, I really can't take much credit for how astoundingly handsome they are. I'm okay with that, though.

Rowan loves having his picture taken with Silas (or, as he generally refers to him, "Brudder" or "Hold it"-- as in, "I want to hold it- that kid"). Anytime his face gets near Silas, he squishes cheeks with him and says, "Cheese, mommy!", waiting for the camera to come out. Unfortuately, it's true what they say about taking, like, 90% less pictures of your second kid than you did with your first. Good thing these two are almost identical. Someday I'll just throw all the photos in a big pile, shuffle them around, split them in half and give a stack to each boy: "Here you go. Your baby pictures." And no one will be the wiser.

Lots of crazy eyes going on in the next few pictures. I think we all had Thanksgiving dinner hangovers. You understand.

Rowan helped Grandma Hardy roll out some pie crust on Thanksgiving. No, really. Not just for the cute photo. I swear...

And Silas slept while we decorated my parents' basement with our Christmas stuff.