Loves

Yes...
It's true.
I've been a little busy lovin' this lately.

The colors, the smiles, the blurs, the squints, the squirms, the randomness we begin with..

Watching it morph into these...

Ah.
I really like it.
Like,
really,
it's becoming a love.

Okay,
not becoming,
I'm there.

And I'll jump at the chance to click my camera.

So here is where you can find more.

But, next time,
I'll share more like this

And this.

Cuz our princess loves her little pea this Halloween.
And, really,
they're my real loves.

Senior

cuz this one is gonna stay like this forever right?

i mean i've said it before, so...right?

i mean, she'll sing herself happy birthday in bed during naptime (make that "naptime")

forever, right?

oh, love.

but it's good.

keep agrowin', my love

it only gets better from here.

i'll just be a soaking it up here.

don't mind me.

just like this momma and dad.

whose pictures i am totally in love with this evening. by the way.

and don't forget to click for the giveaway.

and here for more of the pictures.

Girl

Yesterday was girl day.

Packed up the babes and shipped 'em off.

Okay, not really.

Just had a Mary Poppins take care of them for the day.

And, okay, I kinda felt like I was missing something, like my everything, all day.

But, really, it was pretty awesome at the same time.

Especially the fact that for about four hours, I stayed spit-up free.

Not gonna lie, I felt like a girl again. It was nice.

It started with brunch.

With a toast to begin and a bottle of champagne as the item designating whose turn it was to talk.

It's true. We passed it around and took turns.

We're teachers. We just have to do things like that.

And then shopping.

For post-baby body clothes.

Yikes.

Things change....but I won't go there.

And, finally, my first ever beautifyin' project.

Turned out pretty sweet, I think.

This girl seems to approve at least.

Overall, my girl day, loved it.

But I sure didn't mind too much comin' home to my sweet things.

Mothers

Mothers do dinner and debone grody chickens.

Mothers do dishes and wipe down crumby counters.

Mothers do baths and scrub down muddy children.

Mothers do diapers, especially the super poopy ones.

Mothers do sick little ones, even their green vomit.

Mothers do lots of the yucky and stinky and icky.

Mothers do not do hornets.

(Yes, this is me. Yes, those are gloves. Yes, that is my husband's Northface mountain climbing layered winter coat. Yes, it's still 103 degrees outside. I told you, I don't do hornets. I really, really, super really don't do hornets.)

Seriously, traumatizing.

God bless Raid.