Katie says, "Oooh! Look at all the goodness! Pass the puddin'!"
But halfway through the day, you end up looking like this:
Can you say One Hot Mess? My husband loves this term. I first heard it during a diaper change in the hospital, mere hours after Katie was born. "Boy, have we got a hot mess here...." Mama looks worn, the baby looks completely over-stimulated, and the winter hat looks like it's trying to take the shortest detour outta Dodge. You've sweated in the hot house, you've eaten your weight - and your husband's - in dinner, the baby has refused to nap, the diaper bag has been emptied and repacked by wombats, you've been drooled on, and somewhere along the way, you think you blacked out from too much sugar. And Sister is there, the whole time, snapping photos....
Speaking of hot messes...is this girl a mess, or what? I think she has the most darling hair on the planet...and the personality to go with it:
And how pleased does Daddy look? Come on, babe...let's turn it up a notch. THE BABY FINALLY WENT TO SLEEP! It's a wonder I'm not shooting fireworks outta my ears and singing Joy to the World while tap dancing through the kitchen. Alas, that would only serve to wake the baby.