Get out of this place.

I’m apparently at the point in my life—I’ll be thirty in a week—when I’d prefer to spend my New Year’s Eve watching a baby discovering herself in a mirror to being out and about, surrounded by the young and the restless.

North Little Rock, Arkansas. 12.31.2011.

Day Three of the 2011 Christmas Extravaganza: Either Mom is classing it up this year or she was just afraid of ending up on my Tumblr wearing her Milk Bone pajamas and/or her Virginia Slims robe.

Beebe, Arkansas. 12.26.2011.

Liz and I babysat my nieces, Caroline and Cate, for the first time ever tonight. Caroline wasn’t really into learning poker, nor watching Pitbulls and Parolees, but Old Maid got us through the night. And Cate didn’t need a single diaper-change, so I consider the evening an overwhelming success.

North Little Rock, Arkansas. 12.17.2011.

So, apparently, babies do this thing where they cry for seemingly no reason, and then when you get them asleep, you can’t really move them or they’ll wake up and start crying again, so you have to hold them forever.

Little Rock, Arkansas. 9.3.2011.