Fancy dresses,
sticky messes.
Yay for aunties!
(Anyone want to) fold my panties?
Tummy time is lots of fun,
but Daddy is our Number One!
Happy weekend, faithful readers.
When I was in the eighth grade I had a really mean teacher who made me memorize a stanza of Rudyard Kipling’s “If” whenever I was caught chewing gum or being a boisterous distraction in class.
Something strange happened this weekend: Avelyn napped. She is down to one nap a month and her monthly rest just happened to coincide with Bebe Jolie’s afternoon sleep.
The girls and I have been hit with another cold. Another. This is getting mighty old.
Her eyes are staying blue.
Perhaps Mary-Janes weren’t the best choice for such a muddy day.
I remember when I was 79 months pregnant with Jolie and I would read blogs of women who were experiencing life with a baby and toddler and they frightened me.