Outtakes
A few outtakes for your Thursday giggles. Delivery Room Just one of those precious moments, waiting to meet my son. And another. Just a special, special time. Note the sweet scene happening with my husband and his parents, then note that I am scarfing down a hoagie or something in the background. Beckett (gone squishy) Even though we have the world’s cutest baby, he has been known to take a few bad pictures. There are entirely too many chins and lips going on. This will be shown on his wedding day. This one, too. Christmas card fail. First off, Beckett’s hat is entirely too small. And then there’s…
One year later.
It was one year ago, today. I stayed home from work, mostly because I didn’t want to go in, but also because I had a smidgen of illness on the side. Like, maybe, a sniffle. Or two. …ok so it was mostly because I didn’t want to work. The morning went quite nicely – what with the 3 movies I watched in bed before my feet even hit the floor. The moment I decided to drive to Target to buy pregnancies tests “because I’d never taken one and that’s what married people do periodically” is when things got crazy. Fast forward: two positive tests later, I was nearly hyperventilating as…
Grace: My Middle Name & Social Cues
Maybe it’s because I didn’t go to sleep until 2:30am*. Or maybe it’s because the 3rd annual Ugly Sweater Christmas Party is tonight and I’m so excited I’m not thinking clearly. Either way, I’ve made a mockery of all things graceful today. Grace: My Middle Name. Let’s first discuss my trip to Walmart and the blueberry walnut bread I sampled in the bakery. That is worth a trip out of the house, right there. Fast forward to the register: my cashier was pretty grumpy which immediately makes my brain scream, “Oooo girl. You are going to LOVE me by the end of this transaction. Let’s turn that frown upside down.”…
Orphans.
I hardly slept Sunday night. Part of it had to do with drinking coffee at 9pm (stupid), but the other part had to do with some blogs I was reading. They reminded me of a few hours I spent at an orphanage in Donetsk, Ukraine, over a decade ago. By instruction, I was wearing clothes that dried quickly in case any of the kids had an accident (which they did). I got to hold a little girl for a while, and play with many other kids. I remember one girl on our team, Nicole, was holding a little boy, about 2 years old, who was completely unresponsive to her. He…
