A tiny tidbit

On the Friday mornings Nate gets paid, I roll myself out of bed extra early in the morning to grocery shop all by myself. As I drove from HEB to Walmart this morning, I passed one of the large daycares, and saw a man walking in carrying a little girl about Lucy's age and holding the hand of a little boy about Milo's age. I immediately started crying and had to thank God that I get to stay home with these little people. I may have horrendous, frustrating days here and there, but I still love being able to take care of them and teach them and watch them grow. I haven't missed out on any of their big moments, and I've enjoyed all their little ones, too. I'm incredibly lucky, especially because I absolutely adore doing something that I never even knew I wanted to.

That's all I've got today. Have a great weekend!

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Just when you thought you'd seen all of our family photos...

Are you tired of my accosting you with family photos yet? I just finished another batch of editing, and let's be honest. Who am I going to show? Besides Nate, of course, and he's easily impressed. So, here you go. A few more pictures of these beautiful little people.

Those gorgeous eyes. Those pigtails. Those perfectly kissable cheeks. I'm smitten with this little lady.

Oh hey, Nate, the Gap called and they want their child model back...

Oh, hey there, giant bosom. Leftovers from nursing. A lot of people go down in size... I stayed UP. But look at my handsome husband!

This is an art photo type crop because I rightly referred to the original full version of this photo as "Pearbottom Downtown."

Closet purge

I did a big old closet purge today. Maybe a rainy day isn't the right time to completely deconstruct one's closet, but I was desperately trying to not be productive on things I'm actually committed to doing (you know, like cleaning, cooking, or making the orphan costumes I need to finish by next Monday). My little people went down for naps and I headed to my room.

I'll be honest. I only meant to sit down and paint my toenails. But then I caught a glimpse of myself in the bathroom mirror, and the situation was pretty dire. Unplucked eyebrows, frizzy halo of hair, mismatched clothes that I don't even like. All of a sudden I had this weird revelation. Just because I stay at home with my little people and spend 99.4% of my time doing things for other people doesn't mean I have to look like I never see the light of day outside this home. And why do I spend my time wearing horrid ugly outfits and saving my cute clothes for all the places that I'm not even going?

Thus the closet purge.

I stripped down and tried on every single thing I haven't worn in the last six months. Most of it didn't even fit (don't get me started), which meant it went in the discard pile. Then I looked at the things I had in my closet that I don't even like (for whatever reason) and chunked those in the pile. I also pulled out a few maternity stragglers (how were they hiding in there for this long?). I also pulled out things that just don't look right on me, no matter how cute, and added those to the literal mountain that had developed on the closet floor (it was really handy for getting an eye-level view of my top rack so I may just leave it there).

Now it gets really crazy. I organized all the sleeveless shirts together (in color order, or course). Then all the short-sleeved, then all the long-sleeved, and then the cardigans. My now sadly small selection of pants moved down next to the blazers, and I even left a space for cute outfits that I have already put together for wearing. Yep. It's insane. And I'm pleased. Because I'd rather be wearing the same small selection of clothes (and let's just be real - I still have way more clothes than most people) that make me feel good about myself than ill-fitting clothes, or, even worse, pajamas and sweats. Oh yes, friends, it has gotten that bad.

So there you go. I had myself a little intervention. With myself. Because that makes perfect sense. And now I'm happily dressed in a cuddly tunic sweater and a pair of cute, appropriate for public wearing leggings about to drink myself a big fat latte. That's how today went down.

Now, who's ready for a garage sale?

MORE family photos

Well, here you go. A few more photos, but these ones of my little people. Oh! And Nate. Let's not forget about my handsome and wonderful husband. Enjoy!

To start, I couldn't decide which of these was my favorite. Thoughts?

Option 1

Option 2

Option 3

I think there might have been a bug. They're easily entertained.

I know the coloring on this one is different, but I just had to play with it a bit since it was such a fun shot.

Milo and Lucy are delighted with each other.

Now that is one handsome man.

Seriously? Could this be any cuter?

Artsy shot. I'm in love.

Downtown Family Photos

Okay, just a few more. But stop twisting my arm, I'm serious.

THESE CUTIES!

And speaking of cuties... These three are top of the list.

Happy family. Seriously. We were having fun.

This little girl loves her daddy...

Kind of like this little man loves his mommy.

Awwww. My little people and I. Photos like this don't happen very often.

Lucy is excited. Need I say more?

Sneak a peek

We broke out the tripod and the remote this weekend and did a few family photos. Want a little sneak peek? You might not be able to handle all this cuteness...

Two perfect children and one genius

If you've read my blog much, you know that my friend Delaney does all of our family pictures, and she is pretty much a genius. Want to see a few four-year pictures she did of the handsomest little boy I've ever seen?

I feel like this picture describes Milo perfectly - he is always on the go.

He's charming.

He's completely lovable.

Did I mention he's always on the go? And usually smiling?

And just for good measure, have a gander at the most beautiful baby girl of all times.

This little punkin loves an accessory, much like her brother. She was wearing my gloves here.

Also charming, don't you think?