My girlfriend, Leslie, came to visit us this weekend and take pictures of us. What she produced using our scrappy, goofy little family as subjects is something to behold. I could not feel more grateful to have Leslie as a friend AND that she so generously shared her talent with us. And seriously! We look…
I haven’t given much thought these almost eight months as to whether I see myself as someone’s mother. At least not through the lens in which I’d always viewed women who mothered, no matter how that mothering happened. Truth be told, there really hasn’t been the extra time to ponder such things. Parenting is exhausting…
Abigail is knee-deep in the eight-month sleep regression. And it is killing us. Last night was the worst so far – we got a total of three hours of sleep, and that was with both of us taking shifts and trying to calm her down and get back to sleep. She slept from 6:45 p.m….
I don’t know what prompted me last night to re-read the posts I wrote when Abigail was at the height of her colic, but there I was, on our bed, pouring over the old entries. After reading about three posts, all I wanted to do was go back in time to hug that poor woman…
This stuff is amazing. Get it. Your dry, cracked skin will thank you.
This sits proudly on my desk. I love it so much.
I saved up and planned for these puppies. Some of the best money I've ever spent. I love these more than I can say.
I decided to try enhancement products when I was training for my second marathon this year. I chose these and love them.