"That’s it. I’m done. I can’t DO this!" I sobbed and ran out of the bathroom then threw myself on our bed.
Steve came after me, half of his hair long, the other half short.
I feel like this is an ad for TrimSpa (baby!) or something. But I just wanted to give myself a little reminder of how far I’ve come in shedding my pregnancy poundage.
A few of you have asked for the recipe to my Homemade Oreo Cookies But With Mint Icing Instead of Regular/Whoopie Pies (?). I posted it on Ange’s recipe blog a while ago before Jen and I started our own.
Weekends sure are dull on the internet.
Steve crept back into the darkened bedroom to give a good-bye kiss to me and Avelyn. As he turned to leave he mentioned, "Rolo barfed all over the stairs.
Avelyn is a beefcake.
Compared to Danai and Olivia, that is.
But all those newborns are quickly catching up to my girl. Emily is over 12 pounds and Olivia tips the scales at 10.