I always imagined motherhood to be filled with great afternoons making memories with your offspring and not as heavy on spit up, blow outs and bags under the eyes. Funny how one afternoon of good weather and good behavior makes the many other afternoons of being in my sweats until noon with dried poop in my arm hair seem like the exception and not the rule.
Can you believe we rode a bicycle all the way there with two babes and still look this good?
Olive making my heart sing in the pumpkin patch at Mother Nature's Farm.Holidays are just more fun with babies, especially ones who can't voice an opinion on their halloween costume. Olive as a witch and Matthew and I just trying not to embarass ourselves for once at the family halloween party.
a smattering of hipps and brown cousins at the party.
I could photoshop out Olive's drool line(maybe) but I think she needs to live with the photographic evidence that she spent the first months of her life foaming at the mouth and wasn't embarassed about it in the slightest.
seriously. this babe turned 5 MONTHS OLD today. seriously.
bonus points to Olive for not trying to take her hat off once during the par-tay.
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That first picture is evidence of what causes such misconceptions in new moms. You are AH-DORABLE, and so is Olive, so naturally I think you are both darling and happy all day, every single day, whilst I struggle to get dressed, not even stylishly, and have both kids with shoes on (forget the hair accessories) and out the door, while still sane. No time deadline required.
But cute winter tights will help me do that. and ours have arrived.
Great post and fabulous pictures. Fortunately, the photographic memories stand out as time goes by and the anecdotal ones become funny.
You're so fortunate to have such a cute baby. It makes the stories adorable already.
I didn't realize til today that Olive's Halloween "tights" were actually leg warmers - too, too cute!
If I didn't love you so much I'd say it's unfair for someone to always look so-o-o cute in pictures (you, Lindsay, not Olive).
we turleys like you guys
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