I’m sorry, ya’ll. I got nothin’. The movers seem to have packed my sense of humor up along with my hidden stash of tampons and the entire collection of Gilmore Girls on DVD direct from Hong Kong. I’ve checked everywhere. But its not at the bottom of this Krispy Kreme box…or the one in the trash. I don’t know where else it could be.
So, for now, while I dig through three years of baby clothes (which may take a while, given my babies’ propensity towards growing), here are some gratuitous pictures of the Littles on hay bales:
Because what else do you do with a baby and a hay bale??