I was having a bad day. And my poor, sweet husand had to endure phone call after phone call from me, whining about how the kids were so sick, and there was poo everywhere, and nobody was napping, and how disappointed I was that the house wasn't cleaning itself. The last time I called him, I asked him to pick up some medicine for Kaitlyn on his way home. And he called from the store shortly after to make sure he was picking up the right thing.

Over an hour later, he swaggered up the stairs with a proud grin on his face, and a mysterious bag in his hands. He admitted that he bought more than just medicine on his way home... he had an I-love-you gift for me. Then, he handed me this



I let out a high-pitched squeal, thanked him profusely, and totally forgot about my bad day.

What a man.

And what a camera!

Here's me and my new baby (my other 'baby' is turning one next month...sniffle)


Side note: Can you believe it's snowing here again? It's March!

And another of my almost not-a-baby-anymore...