When the rain stopped coming down and the sun poured through the window, I walked outside. Then I saw her. That little knockout. She decided to bloom in late November, the rebel. Thank the heavens.
I can't talk--I've been a little sickie and I literally can't use my voice. I never knew how much I love my voice! I love to sing. LOVE. I sing all the time! It's a little annoying to my family (they make fun of me) because when they say something, I always sing a song with lyrics that match. Do you play that game? It's fun.
I also didn't know how much I use my voice to comfort the babies. It's sad. I go in to get them out of thier cribs and give them a big smile and they start laughing and jumping in thier cribs, but when they hear my squeek/whisper they give this look like, W
hat's the deal? Are you really my mommy? Say something. With thier little furrowed brow, it's killing me!
There's so much to communicate and it's exausting. Last night I was trying to whistle my replies. An affirmative response=swee sweeeeee(it goes higher at the end.) Negative response=swee swoooooooo (it goes down at the end.) Jake announces:
If you're getting annoyed, it's because mommy is trying to communicate by whistling.Okay, a little thankful list:
-DVR
-desitin (this is for the baby's bottom, you see.)
-comfortable clothes that can also look cute.
-foundation (this is for my splotchy face, you see.)
-that I'm married to the love of my life.
-and he's taking me out on a date tonight, voice or no voice.
ps-the comments close for
the giveaway tonight at midnight! good luck!
1 comment:
absolutely gorgeous photos, and i love the accompanying sentiments :)
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