Do you know how I can tell that Christmas is just around the corner? No, it’s not the scent of gingerbread filling the house. And no, it’s not that my family is here.
I took a look at my “About Me” page and realized that it was painfully outdated. So I composed a new one. It’s nothing to write home about but at least it’s a tad more accurate.
I see it in the eyes of gray-haired ladies as they sneak glances at the infant in my stroller; I see it in the looks the middle-aged mothers at the grocery store cast towards my two year-old; I see it in myself when I fl
My thoughts have been mighty scattered these days, thanks to a congested baby with a head cold who snuffles and snorts and sniffs all night long, thus rendering me even more sleep deprived than usual. Poor kid.
Thanks to all your prompting, I decided to take Angella up on her offer to take some maternity photos. Here are a few of my favourites.
Thanks so much, Ange. And you were all right: I am glad we took these.
This morning I exchanged a few emails with my dad about our baby naming adventures.