tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16055628372832459802012-02-16T09:09:08.571-06:00devhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09127753550848918820noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1605562837283245980.post-39080460394973891882009-04-10T22:56:00.010-05:002009-04-10T23:19:35.978-05:00

'Cause I'm not sure that I can.Seriously.This is how I found the girls after putting them to bed at my parents' house. They snuggled like this all night.I love how much they love each other.

devhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09127753550848918820noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1605562837283245980.post-17525057534396730482008-10-29T16:18:00.009-05:002008-10-29T16:36:15.653-05:00

Maybe these cuties will make up for the lack of activity. :)Seriously. Could they be any cuter?? I think not.

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Hello, Internet. I'm back. Aren't you excited?? I can tell. Kristen made me do it. So in honor of her, I will start (again) by sharing part of a recent conversation we had.Me: NB's going to be going to Mother's Day Out two days a week now.Kristen: Really? That's awesome. You'll be so glad you did that.Me: Yeah. I mean, I had to drop our Y membership to do it, but ya know.Kristen (freaking out):

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