Embracing the Crazy

On a typical day I don't wear make-up.  I know, I know....you are surprised right?  I mean...I have all the time in the world to slap on some eyeliner and lip gloss while my children tend to themselves and all, I just choose not to. 

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. 

I wonder if I always look crazy when I look at Jack? My guess is that I probably do.

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).