File under: things I find in my house (Taken with instagram)
Hi there, Winter (Taken with instagram)
Button box (Taken with instagram)
Wearing a child’s gloves like a (childish) boss (Taken with instagram)
We like our onions bold (Taken with instagram)
GPOY wearing a short sleeved sweater like a peri menopausal boss
Eleven years ago today we were happy that it didn’t snow as predicted the night before we had to drive from Long Island to the city to have these babies.
Eleven years ago today we were anxious to see the faces of the babies that we had been watching grow for 40 weeks.
Eleven years ago today we were thankful for good health and an easy pregnancy.
Eleven years ago our lives changed immeasurably for the better.
Happy Birthday to my babies.
What’s all this white stuff? Why is it on my nose? Can I stay outside all day and play in it? I LOVE THE SNOWS!
Honoring National Cheese Lover’s Day (Taken with instagram)
Look, Mom! I killed that Lamb Chop toy. I killed her dead.
What’s that you say? “How can I hate Lamb Chop so much?” Well, obviously, I don’t have a cultural reference to her or Shari Lewis. To me it’s just a stuffed piece of fabric that makes annoying sounds every time I touch it. There are squeakers in all four paws and another one in the belly. Then, they put that crinkly plastic shit in her ears. I ripped those off immediately. I mean, Who does that?
What’s that? “Why didn’t I do that to my ducky?” I’m insulted you would even ask such a question. She’s my baby! I would never do that to her. You’ve seen how I lovingly carry her around and gently place her on whatever surface I happen to be shedding on: The Girl’s bed, Daddy’s pillow, the green chairs, the front steps. I would never hurt her. Ducky is my lovey. *sniff*
