not imitation cheese
this is me
recent posts
- november ketchup
- thanksgiving
- adoption
- send in the mustached clowns
- and, do you have a costume I can borrow for next year?
- dear 11 months – take 1
- six
- life by the letter
- and they didn’t even grade my test
- and then I heard my congested baby snoring on the monitor and all was right with the world
recent comments
- shoeaddict on thanksgiving
- Kelly on november ketchup
- HereWeGoAJen on november ketchup
- HereWeGoAJen on thanksgiving
- Renae on adoption
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baby swiss
blogs I read
- being five
- big mama
- bring the rain
- finding wonder in the mundane
- here we go again
- just the 2 of us
- kelly’s korner
- kingdom twindom
- lifenut
- livin’ in a fishbowl
- ministry so fabulous!
- my charming kids
- reality blurred
- swistle: baby names
- the malones
- the stanfield journey
- words of a life
other stuff
Those are some of my favorite pictures ever. It looks like she is saying “what is up with this camera thing, people? And why do you keep sticking it in my face?”
I WANT TO EAT HER.
NO, REALLY.
I WANT TO EAT HER.
Oh my goodness, she is so sweet. I laughed out loud at your post about her not being cute as a newborn. My kids were NOT cute newborns. I looked like a starving alien (not illegal, but outer space) as a newborn. My head was the size of a basketball and my legs looked like toothpicks. I was ugly.
You look REALLY skinny in that Facebook pic. Kate Moss arms. I love how you admitted the reason for putting that pic up.
You rawk.
Can’t wait to get back and have a play date! (Which will constitute my children screaming and your daughter smiling.)
Happy hour calls.
p.s. is she expressive, or is she expressive? Can’t get over how much she has changed. And who took those pics? They are aweesome. Not just awesome, but aweesome. See how lazy I am? Can’t even delete an “e”, because Happy Hour calls.