Guess who's daddy snores? I bought this t-shirt for Ella when Forever 21 still carried baby clothes. I didn't seriously shop there for her, but I couldn't resist this shirt and we loved how it looked on her. Now Sophie is almost big enough for it and with her turquoise leggings she looks positively adorable. Have a mentioned that we can't get enough of this girl? ...
Josh
Wedding Day
Remember on Monday when I said I'd scan a few wedding photos for you? Well, since then I decided I may as well scan them all. I really wanted them on disk anyway. Unfortunately, the quality is less than stellar. I'm thinking about calling my photographer to see if the negatives can be converted to digital. It won't be as good as the real thing, but it can't be as bad as these! At the time of my wedding, my photographer did exactly what I asked. He was wonderful to work with and really put us at ease. I loved my wedding and my photos. Now that K is a photographer, I'm so jealous of her style of photography. I wish so much that mine were more documentary and less posed. In any event, it was the wedding of my dreams and I loved every detail. Although my wedding was much more ...
Seven Year Itch
We made it seven whole years. Well, really twelve and a half if you count the near six years we dated before getting married. SD & I started dating in February of my junior year of highschool, after much prodding and convincing from a certain friend who will remain nameless (ahem, Chris). He was absolutely not my type. He was the jock, Homecoming King, Mr. VHS. I, on the other hand, was sporting combat boots, listening to the Grateful Dead and dreaming of art school. On our first date (which was supposed to be a friend evening, but the above-mentioned-friend backed out at the last minute) we had dinner and saw Star Wars at the movie theatre. My mom bought me a new outfit and was furious that I wore my Doc Martens anyway. SD wore a flannel button down shirt, baggy Levi's and black ...
Christmas is over?
This is what it looks like when you buy a dead Christmas tree {without knowing it, of course}, then leave it up for six weeks and attempt to take it down and out without the assistance of your able husband. Since Josh has been to the emergency room once, stayed overnight at the hospital, had surgery and been to the doctor twice since we got home on Tuesday and I've worked exactly fourteen hours this week and spent the remainder caring for him, our house still looks like Christmas was yesterday. The trees are the only thing I've managed to take down, the wreath is dead and getting worse by the minute, there are boxes everywhere, about 90 loads of laundry to fold and a trail of junk from the front door to the back door. Josh is sleeping {the Demerol and Percocet helped, I'm sure}, Ella ...