At my sister’s wedding, Thatcher was just 6 weeks old. I was in the wedding and Michael officiated. Trying to figure out the schedule of everything when it came to my two little munchkins was definitely an ulcer-inducing feat! Since I was required to be ready before the boys, my wonderful husband dressed the boys and brought them to the family portion of the pictures.

Imagine my surprise when Pierson walked into the room in highwater overalls. From the time I packed the outfit in the suitcase to the time Michael dressed Pierson, those overalls must have seriously shrunk 5 inches…either that or he’d grown that much (wink…wink). Parent fail. Note to self: Next time, try on clothes before the photographs forever confirm your parenting failure.

photograph by Nick Donner-http://www.nicholasdonner.com/

A friend complimented my newly painted toenails, which I painted myself.  And if you’ve ever experienced a humungo pregnant belly like mine, you know what a feat painting toenails can be during the time when you’ve got a bowling ball size tumor protruding from your abdomen.

I relayed the compliment to my husband who wondered why painting toenails was a big deal while pregnant.

Without another word, I went to the yard.  Grabbed a soccer ball.  Returned to the house.  Shoved it up his shirt and asked him to touch his toes continuously for the next few minutes.

“Oh.”