These last few months all seem to blur together. Maybe it’s the having a new baby thing, or maybe it’s the holidays. I just continue to hold onto my hat and snap away in hopes that someday I will remember some of the days and hours that make up that golden portion of my memory….
{boys rompers from Rags to Raches}
{I think this may be the end of the double sink bath. For obvious reasons.}
{gingerbread decorating with her gal pal Harper}
{My sister Angela’s birthday celebration.}
{The trains are loved again.}
{They all go a little coo-coo over horses. Me included.}
I am choosing to block out the nasty flu bug that hit our house and demanded my sainthood. I am sure you all don’t need the details on that.
Thankful for these moments though that carry us through the tough ones. Those marshmallows that float on top of the cocoa that just make all of the difference you know? I know, ignore my strange metaphors.
x, Anna
