The crazy antics, short stories & photo shoots of a married 22-year-old mom of a 6.5 year old boy, a 3 year old girl, a Chihuahua-Poodle and cat/small tiger. She drinks far too much caffeine, is willing to spend excessive amounts of money on purses, lives in her pajamas 92% of the time and occasionally finds time to blog.
I have way too much to be thankful for.
Yesterday was Thanksgiving.
And me, being me, never ended up getting a picture of the Turkey. Go figure.
‘Oh yeah, don’t worry 9-year-old child. I’ll handle the veggie platter. I’ll give you something easy. Like Deviled Eggs.”
My mother & I at 10AM. No make-up. No showers. No hairbrush. YUM!
However, this precious girl doesn’t need anything to look amazing. (Is it wrong to be jealous of your 2-year-old daughter?)
“Seriously? Take it down a notch with the fucking pictures, woman.”
Yeah. I made that 5-year-old mess of perfectness.
I’ll put $10 down that he reaaaally wanted to point at me with a different finger.
Poor Conner dying to be outside with all the other men, hooking up the new cable so they could watch football.
I’m married to the one in middle & related to the other two. Luckiest woman EVER?
Look at the pure genuine joy coming out of him to be included in “Man Work”. He’s practically fucking sparkling.
FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTBAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLL!
I couldn’t care less about football. However, I practically die every time I look at the adorable-ness of my daughter’s pumpkin beanie. So, I had to take a picture.
SIDENOTE: In case any of you are wondering because you don’t know the backstory (even though I know most of you do), My mom got in a car accident with a semi truck when I was 3 and it left her paralyzed from the chest down. She has no movement, feeling, anything from there down. She is completely incapable of doing alot of things for herself so I take care of her full-time. Dressing, bathing, personal care, etc. No need to “AWWW, PITY!” or anything like this. I’m 21-year-old. She got in her car accident when I was 3. This happened 18 YEARS ago, guys. Really: I’m fine. Totally moved on.
Two pairs of glasses.
One pair of glasses.
“Why the fuck do we wear those things anyway? Look how good we look without them. I mean, I look GOOD.” - Mom.
Seriously, though. The woman did look good.
This gorgeous man is one of the things that I’m most thankful for.
Happy Thanksgiving.
