Mish Mash Friday as told by Instagram

At the end of the week, I usually love linking up with The Gypsy Mama for some good old Five Minute Friday fun.  But I was exhausted last night and didn't feel like being profound.  And the prompt for today, being Good Friday, required a certain level of profoundness.

Instead of attempting to force profoundness (which is almost impossible, anyway), I ate butter pecan ice cream and watched Smash and The Big Bang Theory and held my baby.

Sidenote: Is anyone else about to give up on Smash?  This show practically begs me to like it while at the same time becoming increasingly unlikable.  I don't think there is a single character that I care anything at all about and several that I just despise.  But I don't despise them enough to keep watching just to see if they get their comeuppance.

I felt bad about not posting anything, though, so I decided to share a couple Instagram photos from the week and link up with Insta-Friday at Life Rearranged.

This little girl was part of what kept me from blogging last night.  Olivia is more and more wakeful, and she's just such a blast to be around.  She's a total chatterbox and we had a great conversation.

This is her expression of "Mama, you have taken exactly 27 pictures in the last two minutes.  Can we be done now?"

Paityn is a very motherly little soul.  If she's not taking care of her baby dolls, then she's taking care of her stuffed animals.  I enjoy coming home to find out who received the dubious distinction of being Paityn's baby that day.

The cradle was made by South-Carolina-Grandpa (my dad).  Yesterday, Sarah was chosen to be loved to dolly-death.

As soon as I get home, I'm checking to see if that picture is still hanging crooked.  It will bother me all afternoon.

Interesting that my unmade bed does not have that same effect on me.

Paityn adores her little sister.  The love hasn't worn off, although some people warned me it might.  This doesn't mean that Paityn's always happy when Olivia is getting attention or that she doesn't sometimes get frustrated.  But she's never wanted to send Olivia back, and she's always saying how much she loves her little sister.

Paityn expresses her affection and love in tangible ways.  This means Olivia is often the recipient of sloppy kisses, rather unnecessary pats on the head, and hugs whenever little hands can reach her to wrap themselves around her little body.  Livie puts up with most of these with indifference or mystified stares.  But she really does seem to love when her big sister holds her, and it's one of Paityn's favorite things to ask to do now.

A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do, but I miss my babies when I'm at work.

But I keep memories of them just a glance away.

If you are feeling in the mood to read something more profound and Good Friday-ish, check out my Five Minute Friday post from last year about Mary's Hard Love.