Last night I grabbed a handful of chocolate chips right after the children were in bed.
It had been a long day. I was tired.
(do you ever reward yourself for reaching the end of a long day?)
This morning I went upstairs with large, warm bottles of milk at 5:30. The babies were ready to begin the day. After changing thier diapers and letting them crawl all over thier room (and me) and hug and kiss as many stuffed animals as they could reach, we came downstairs. Jake had started the fire up in the wood stove.
I was thinking about how I had intended to write and post several blog entries over the past week, but I hadn't done it when I smelled that someone needed another diaper change. As I was about to do our business, I noticed that the other tiny person (pictured above) was being very quiet, sitting in a little nook between the couch and ottoman. Upon closer inspection, I realized that she had found the bag of chocolate chips that I had forgotten about. (very sloppy, Britt. I'm usually better at covering up my chocolate addiction.) She had dumped them on the floor between her little legs and was putting them into her mouth one at a time. As fast as she could.
I wonder how many she got in there before I realized?
oh, well. Becoming a chocolate lover is pretty much inevitable in this house.
I took these pictures. I made this stuff with my own two hands. I wrote these words. It's just a bunch of craziness, but it's what in this noggin. If you're going to use any of my stuff for your own stuff, just ask me. (I'm sure I'll say yes. I'm nice like that.) And a little linkie love never hurt anyone if you know what I'm sayin;)