I did, however, wash the spit up out of my hair and 'put my face on' for Jack's birthday party, and my sweet husband was so enamored of my beauty (or something like that) that he snapped a few pictures of me watching our birthday boy dig for buried treasure. He told me afterwards that he had gotten a 'really good one' of me watching Jack, so I was looking forward to seeing it.
For some reason I think I look completely insane in this picture. Seriously...like I laughed out loud at the strange expression and the slightly frightening look in my eyes.
And just for the record, this is more along the lines of what I look like on a normal day home with my boys.
Jeans. t-shirt, ponytail, and a sweet little newborn strapped to my chest (it's all about the accessories you know).