So, I'm on my third shirt today. If any of you are mom's, I'm sure you catch my drift. I put The Girl down on the bed to change into my second shirt (after a colossal spit-up fiasco) and picked the her right back up, at which time she proceeded to hurl another pint of curdled formula on the fresh shirt. Poor girl. (The baby). She oBviouSly hAs a CAse of rEflUx. She is the spitting image of her father, The Man, albeit much prettier. She is always smiling and sticking her cute little tounge out. She does have quite the temper and always has to get her way. (She does-if you were wondering- get her way, I mean). Is tHis ToO BorINg?
The Boy is just GrEat. He iS kind Of a dreamy nIghTmaRe. He is into everything and such a handful, but he is also sweet and kindhearted. He is headstrong (he certainly doesn't get that from me!) and defiant, and very loving with two huge brown puppy eye's that are simple irresistable. I love them both with most my heart. (The rest of it belongs to The Man)
2 comments:
Hey girl. I emailed you back but haven't heard from you again. I am loving these babies of yours. I am new to the blog thing so check out my blog and see pics of Oliver. Maybe you can teach me a thing or 2 about this crap. Peace out.
Where ever did you get your artistic talent from? I know it wasn't from your Mom (just kidding). I really think it must have been your fabulous Aunt W. I hear she is really the "schnizzle". Adorable blog. You really must teach me how to do this. Auntie W
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