dinner with friends

Ugh.
Whoever showed her that the clothes on her "princess" dolls come off, deserves a good swift kick in the pants. (You know who you are!) But now it's not enough for the girls to trade clothes. I'm told they "need" to be naked. Throw a prince in the mix (who, mind you, has no trace of those invisible etched underwear) and then talk of a "naked wedding..." and it all gets very interesting.

But I am hopeful, among all their adventures she does make them all go to church. However, I have yet to hear a sermon...

highly suspect

Hmm... Sincere embrace? Or does she sense I've yet to pick out her Christmas gift....

free dog to good home...

just in time for Christmas. :)

false advertising

Baby socks that apparently don't fit a "baby"...

or maybe just my baby.

bittersweet

Greenleigh's a little over eight weeks now and has been giving us pretty good bouts of sleep through the night. So I decided to reclaim my room! No more changing pad, diapers, wipes, socks, onsies, hats, burp cloths, ointments, bulb syringe, or saline drops on my dresser.
But there's also no sweet little baby within arms reach. Out of the bassinet and into her crib she slept for the first time Wednesday night. I can still check on her from the video monitor but I am a little sad.
Guess that means maybe we'll do this again in two years?!?! (gulp)
Not ready for THAT talk just yet.