But she did it anyway.
Kristi dragged me out of bed this morning. The day before she moves far far away from me.
We drove out to a park and took pictures of her children. One last gift I could give her before she takes them away from me.
I don't want to talk about it.
Dear Kristi,
I love you. Please come back soon.
Love,
Me
P.S. I'll be keeping Ivy.
I am constantly using the same formula to create my blog posts. It requires very little time and even less intelligence. I'm on top of a million dollar idea here people.
Step One: take a picture of some poor sod
Step Two: slap picture of said sod on your "new post" page
Step Three: write an obnoxious comment that has very little to do with anything
Why stray from something that works so effectively?
This is what I tell B every time he says he's tired of doing the dishes.
I love that kid. He makes me laugh.
I once caught a fish THIS BIG.
I love boats, and good looking people who sit in them. 
And I love her. Man, I love her.
But I do have some amazing benefits.
This is G's baby. I had so much fun playing with her. And my daughters fought over who got to hold her on the couch. Then I scooped her up into my arms and cackled my way to the opposite side of the room.
Queen NaNa:
This was the funniest face I could come up with in 1.5 seconds (which was the exact amount of time she gave me).
Chichi:
The camera was just to heavy for her wee beady arms.
I mean, we're talking nose hairs here people.