Grown women always have a purse on one arm.
They wear really cool hats.
They drink copious amounts of coffee.
They are ALWAYS holding a baby (wonder where she got that notion?).
Apparently, they sometimes feed the aforementioned baby their coffee.
And they are always on the go.
I wish I looked half as cool being a grown woman as Lydia does pretending to be one.
I started this blog a few weeks after getting married in July of 2006. At the time, it was just me, BJ, our lovable Labrador, and our evil cat. Here is how I explained this blog: "This is the chronicle of us all learning how to live together." Well, now it is me, BJ, a little boy, a baby girl, and a loveable mutt, and this is still a blog about us learning to live together.
Thursday, September 25, 2014
Tuesday, September 23, 2014
Monday, September 22, 2014
Life With Three
This video is a pretty good representation of just how chaotic Violet's day to day life is at only 6 weeks old.
Friday, September 12, 2014
Tuesday, September 09, 2014
You know you've been in newborn-baby land for a while when:
-you walk out of the house and the wind blows a forgotten burp cloth off your shoulder and across the yard.
-you become an accidental exhibitionist. I didn't realize until I'd walked out into my back yard and sat down in a lawn chair that my shirt was pulled up over my bra from the last time I'd breastfed. It's that bad.
-6 hours of sleep is the new 8 hours of sleep. I feel positively invigorated after a 6 hour night.
-a trip to Walmart (aka the worst place on earth) becomes a luxury for the sole reason that it isn't your house.
-your husband spends an hour putting an additional hard drive on your computer to compensate for all the pictures like below that are clogging up you memory space. Worth it.
-you walk out of the house and the wind blows a forgotten burp cloth off your shoulder and across the yard.
-you become an accidental exhibitionist. I didn't realize until I'd walked out into my back yard and sat down in a lawn chair that my shirt was pulled up over my bra from the last time I'd breastfed. It's that bad.
-6 hours of sleep is the new 8 hours of sleep. I feel positively invigorated after a 6 hour night.
-a trip to Walmart (aka the worst place on earth) becomes a luxury for the sole reason that it isn't your house.
-your husband spends an hour putting an additional hard drive on your computer to compensate for all the pictures like below that are clogging up you memory space. Worth it.
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