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march 15: small

march 15: small

Tater may be small, but girlfriend is mighty. And naughty. Good grief, is she naughty. And not just regular toddler naughty. Like super mega you’re kidding right naughty. But so dang cute that you can’t help but laugh, even when you know you shouldn’t.

march 8: young

march 8: young

Moo and Tater absolutely adore Bubba. Moo always asks to hold him and will sit and share her toys with him and hug and kiss him for hours. Tater is fascinated by him and follows him around, pointing and yelling “BAYBEEEEE!!!! BAYBEEE!!!!” She is not a fan of sharing her toys (especially the bunnies she … Continue reading

happy monday

happy monday

Nobody likes Mondays, so here’s a little something to help us all through. Those eyes! Those cheeks! That hair! I don’t know about you, but my Monday blues just melted away. You’re welcome, interwebs.

happy (late) mother’s day!

happy (late) mother’s day!

As I was writing my Father’s Day post, it occurred to me that I owed you a Mother’s Day post. We were all a little bit busy around Mother’s Day with Tater’s birth. But that doesn’t mean I can ignore my marvelous mama. So here you go. She is quirky and stubborn and strong and … Continue reading

happy father’s day

happy father’s day

I know the blog has been quiet lately. I’m going through some stuff and feeling like I’ve lost my way. But I can’t let today go by without celebrating my amazing dad. So let the waterworks begin. My dad lost his dad when he was very young, in his 20s, so he had to figure … Continue reading

she’s here!!!

she’s here!!!

Silence on the blog can only mean one thing…BABY TIME!! Blogosphere, meet my darling Tater. She arrived Thursday night, and I held her when she was barely an hour old. She is exquisite. The only thing more amazing than this tiny bug is her sister’s exuberant love for her. Every other word out of her … Continue reading

hop on the meal train!

hop on the meal train!

My sister is having a baby, like, any minute now. Her actual due date is just under two weeks away, but no one really thinks she’ll make it. Moo was one week early, and I think Tater will be early, too. You read right: her nickname is Tater. Don’t ask. Obviously, I am SO SUPER … Continue reading