Life with the Littles-A lifestyle blog of living with five littles.
I’ve decided I enjoy life more when I blog more consistently. So my pre-New Year’s Resolution is to start today and blog! No more facebooking around. It’s time to get back to blogging business. Let’s catch up a bit through pictures. Here we go…
I decided to leave the xanga world and traipse out on my own. I’m in need of something different– A new start. Feel free to join me here!
A week ago, I took Pierson on a walk to drop off some zuchhini bread at some church friends’ house. On the way back, we passed our friends, the Wrights’ house They had a babysitter and her friend (both of whom I know) that evening. They saw me walking and all the kids and the sitters came outside to chat. I talked to them for a little bit and they they shared with me that they had been waiting for the pizza delivery man for a long time. I figured I’d call the Pizza place and check on the status of their delivery. When I called the restaurant, I was told that the order was for CARRYOUT! I figured it would be quicker for me to go pick up the pizza than to put them in the queue for delivery. So, I high-tailed it home, got in my car, drove to pickup the pizza, and delivered it back to the kids, who were by this time HUNGRY.
My friend, Mrs. Wright emailed a message of thanks. Wanna know my reply?
“Hey, glad I could help! I was just at the “WRIGHT PLACE” at the right time.”
Bah-dum-ching. Stand up fees available upon request.
Happy Monday!
I have a love-hate relationship with computers. What should have taken me 30 minutes to do, has quickly eaten up my entire evening. I should be in bed. I know little guy will call to me sooner than later, yet I am wide awake…or as much as I can be at this stage of life. I should be sleeping, yet I’ll give you a snippet into what has consumed my life for the past several hours (besides fixing computer problems…)
How can I ignore such a sweet, sweet face when those little eyes and chubby rolls clearly call my name? Thanks to you , baby~ I’m snookered (and tired!).
Sweet baby,
I love your little hands.
I love the smiles, of which you aren’t even aware.
I love your grunts.
I love the way you need me.
I love your soft skin.
I love how you spit up more on me than on yourself.
I love the strange faces that you make.
I love your puckered lips.
I love how you are learning to focus, but how you spend the majority of time with your eyes crossed.
I love to watch you sleep.
I love that you dirty a diaper right after you’ve been changed.
I love you even though you disturb my sleep.
I love you for nothing you’ve done.
I love you, sweet baby, just because.
