My son (That is soooo weird to say. Wow.) has incredible abs. I’m sure all babies do, but remember that our first child was/is a little bird of a thing and this second kid is a hulk. It’s a whole new world for us.
As requested, here is my daughter (Also weird to say, but not nearly as much since I’ve had almost 4 years of practice.) telling you ever-so-briefly about the horse incident. You will notice that her sentiment has changed a bit from empathy and agony to indifference. *sigh* I’m still typing with 9 fingers but whatever. After reading Lauren’s (LoLo) garage door tale, I am considering my injury a mere step above a paper cut. A large wild stallion paper cut, but a paper cut.
These chairs are on their way to the Shoebox. After 5 years of no bar stools, 5 years of searching every online and brick&mortar barstool store, 5 years of having mismatched and slightly broken chairs at the island… these chairs are coming. In Wedgwood blue. There’s one for you. Come on over.
I found Ry a red rider tricycle for $5 at a garage sale this weekend. She’s still working on the pedaling part. This photo was taken at 10am. Yes, that is a half-eaten bag of pink cotton candy. I’m the world’s coolest mom.
When is it ok to buy new dishes? I’m guessing 6 years is not enough time since my parents only JUST bought new dishes after 25 years. But I heart these. so. much.
Hey, thanks for all your notes about our vacation! That was very sweet. You are all welcome to join us anytime. Or, if you can wait, come to the barn re-raising in a couple of years and camp out on our property 🙂 I’ll make you some pie and lemonade. Oooo! Ooooo! And, we can have a hayride! And a square dance! IN THE BARN!