I spend a lot of time looking at this baby and wondering how she got so cute. My other two were pretty darn cute, too. I'm not saying I didn't think they were cute. They were darn cute. They still are.
But this one is my baby right now. And there is just something about babies. My babies. I don't get it from other people's babies. Just mine. Because they are mine. Yea, I ooooh and aaaah over other people's babies, but it's just not the same.
If it's my baby, even snot bubbles are cute.
I think that explains it.
Happy Babywearing! Snot bubbles and all.
After four kids, ten moves and nearly two decades, we are still blissfully in love (most of the time) and I found myself back in the state I was born and raised in. It has definitely been a journey. In fact, on our 18th anniversary we pulled the last of our stuff up over the pass and into Montana, leaving our surprise love, Idaho, behind. But Montana is a great place. The last best place according to some. And we fully intend to explore as much of it as we can! Join us on our continued adventure through life, love and other stuff that comes with it.