Friday, December 2, 2011
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Monday, January 24, 2011
Friday, January 14, 2011
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Coveting this for a diaper bag.
Hunter Hunter Original Tote
A classic natural rubber tote from Hunter with leather-trimmed handles and signature logo stitching detail.
•Double handles
•Interior zip pocket
•Lined. Rubber. Imported
•13.5"W x 16"H x 7.5"D
•7" drop
•Web ID: 514161
Ok, a) how amazingly cute, preppy and WASP-y is this bag and b) it is RUBBER. I read this as a win-win-win for the horrificly neccesity of a diaper bag. Thank you Hunter. Thank you.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Freak out.
So my "body" hasn't progressed in three weeks. THREE WEEKS. And I am due Friday. And I am a hormonal, pregnant mess. A mess I tell you.
And I would really like to see my feet. Super. For real, ya'll.
That being said, I am freaked out. Nothing that every other mother on the planet hasn't had, but all the same it is my freak out.
We move all the time. We have no family and start every move with no real friends. Thus, we three T's? Are a tight knit three. G has been everywhere, done everything with us. She is our light. Our joy. She is glue. She makes her mom and her dad better people. Much. Better. People.
She is so much like me. Read: loves and needs attention. Tons of it. Attention to the point where Ralph and I and all of her teachers are exhausted at the end of the day. In a jubilant, good way. But all the same, it is a full time job. Which oh yeah, RT and I have two of those...too.
So how am I going to do it? How am I going to be the best mom to G and the best mom to Baby T?
My heart is pounding out of my chest right now. POUNDING.
Oh, and I am anti induction because of my huge fear of a c section. So what if my body never progresses and I never see my waist again?
Hello hormones. You are so much fun.
And I would really like to see my feet. Super. For real, ya'll.
That being said, I am freaked out. Nothing that every other mother on the planet hasn't had, but all the same it is my freak out.
We move all the time. We have no family and start every move with no real friends. Thus, we three T's? Are a tight knit three. G has been everywhere, done everything with us. She is our light. Our joy. She is glue. She makes her mom and her dad better people. Much. Better. People.
She is so much like me. Read: loves and needs attention. Tons of it. Attention to the point where Ralph and I and all of her teachers are exhausted at the end of the day. In a jubilant, good way. But all the same, it is a full time job. Which oh yeah, RT and I have two of those...too.
So how am I going to do it? How am I going to be the best mom to G and the best mom to Baby T?
My heart is pounding out of my chest right now. POUNDING.
Oh, and I am anti induction because of my huge fear of a c section. So what if my body never progresses and I never see my waist again?
Hello hormones. You are so much fun.
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