What we do until Joe comes home

I know you were dying to catch another glimpse into the funhouse that is Casa Weber. I can hear you clamoring from here. Never fear, dear readers. We only aim to please, and so, photos galore. (ish)

First up, we have a snack of banana muffins, recipe found here.

don't let the blank expression fool you, she was actually thrilled

Next, we moved to the living room. After trying to put my shoes on my feet without success, she decided to wear them herself.

exhibit A

 All this was rather exhausting, so it was time for a .5 second nap.

 And again-

All that resting left us good and refreshed, perfect for dancing, thanks to the music from her phone.

 Of course, that was followed by playing the Care Bears song approx. 32094823095803948 times... give or take.

 Climbing on my back. She likes to jump on her poor unsuspecting parents. No wonder I need a trip to the chiropractor- and here I just thought it was my terrible posture.

                            She then decided to "call" Papa to tell him all about her adventures.

No, those aren't supposed to be capri pants. Yes, those are reindeer slippers... in March.

And now, for my favorite photo of the bunch:

I'm still trying to decide on a caption here. 

1. Will someone puh-lease cut my bangs so I can see?

2. Why the hell was The Office not aired this week?

3. Get that camera out of my face.

4. I want Dad to play with me instead, he's more fun.

5. Get off Facebook already, you've been stalking people long enough today.

Or perhaps more accurately:

6. I watch Elmo pwease?