My dear baby girl {who still does not have her own nickname – but we’re workin’ on it!}. I have thought about this letter for a few days now. There’s so much I want to say to you, so much about this second year of your life that I want to sum up for you …
The first one quickly gave up and drowned. The second one wouldn’t give up. He kicked and he kicked and he kicked so hard that he churned that cream into butter and out he crawled out. Ladies and Gentlemen – Kendall IS that second (minnie) mouse! {disclaimer": I just ate an inordinate amount of ice …
Such lovely words. I absolutely ADORE the extra hour of craziness induced by hyperactivity sleep that it SHOULD produce. Except that I suck at math on a good day, and I can’t calculate cc’s to ounces per hour plus caloric deficit for Kendall, so her @$(%@ pump was going off an hour earlier than usual. …
(ok who am I kidding. It’s actually sunday but I am battling that stupid calendar over there to the right so I am gonna post DANGIT.) and here you go – Saturday eye-candy. From the pumpkin patch a few weeks ago: Kaylen wants me to put: “Dat was me widing onda ho-wa-see {horsie}. …
I have no idea why i made that the title. The winner did NOT win anything as cheesy as a chicken dinner. They won a real, live, genuine SIGN by TERRA!!!!! I just have to tell you that all of you playing along with me and my craziness just absolutely made my day! I was …
