
The story of my life people.
Story. Of. My. Life.
thanks seester, you know me well!
Her freckles pop out in the sun, and her hair gets a little more golden. She thinks she can swim, but we make her wear the floaties anyway. She went off the board about 100 times and still wasn't ready to be done for the day. When she swims like that, she eats like a horse and sleeps like some kind of creature that sleeps a lot. She's getting more and more sassy by the day, but its a smart sassy so it only makes me 70% worried and 30% humored. 


4. This is the snow that stood between our front door and storm door on Christmas morning. Literally over a foot of snow INSIDE OF OUR HOME on Christmas morning. I wonder someday if we'll forget the Christmas of 2009 and how freakin' crazy the weather was. And how my parents were stranded for three days, and had to walk home from Christmas Eve mass in a Kansas blizzard. No, actually, I don't think we'll forget.
picture by Creative.ly
Overheard in the bathtub...
This is the face C made when she found IT. This is what Santa will hear all about as she perches herself on his lap in a few weeks. This is the jewelry box who revealed to her a twirling ballerina AND MUSIC that caused her to clutch it tight to her chest, twirl around Pottery Barn Kids and profess "This is what I've always wanted for my whole entire LIFE"...