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There is nothing that makes you feel more sophisticated than buying a van and breast pads in the same trip. Move over, I'm coming through.
There is nothing that makes you feel more sophisticated than buying a van and breast pads in the same trip. Move over, I'm coming through.
Posted by Ralphie at 2:38 PM 17 comments
Today I fell asleep in the middle of the hallway while my sweet husband finished bathing the girls and then tucked them in bed.
I will clearly never fully understand Mary's sacrifice to bring Christ to all of us. But this Christmas I cherish the reality that I too am tired, and round, and loving a precious little one who makes me so.
And I love, love the fact that my children can make that connection too.
Posted by Ralphie at 8:42 PM 6 comments
It has been on my list FOREVER to put these photos up. I love these families, and the neglect doesn't correlate with the percentage of love that I feel. Swear.
It does, however, correlate with the percentage of round-ness in the mid section.
If you know what I mean.
What a special experience to work with this family and their sweet little V.
Posted by Ralphie at 9:38 AM 5 comments
With tears and a hidden face in my shirt:
"Moms are much more better than friends."
Be still my over hormoned heart.
I love. This. Girl.
Posted by Ralphie at 10:36 PM 7 comments
Pairs of missing shoes.
Delicious simple meals.
Obscure view of my feet.
Posted by Ralphie at 11:12 AM 6 comments
To Do List Before Infant Comes To Town:
1. Redo living room.
2. Redo guest room.
3. Redo nursery.
4. Redo girls room.
5. Mend B's socks.
Mph, this list is way too long.5. Mend B's socks
This picture is going in the guest room. In the most lovely of beat up frames I can find.
So is this baby.
And don't worry too much about B's socks, which are seriously overrated.
Posted by Ralphie at 4:52 PM 10 comments