The real Easter miracle was not the empty tomb, folks, it was all four of us up, dressed and at church with a not-quite two week old at 8:30 am yesterday morning. I made sure to get proof that this happened:
Of course, we haven't left the house today and I'm still in the nursing tank and sweatpants I slept in last night, lol.
You all look great! I am impressed. We were late for Mass even without a newborn, and my H messed up our chance for a nice family photo because all he packed were jeans and a t-shirt. Grrrr.
You all look great! I am impressed. We were late for Mass even without a newborn, and my H messed up our chance for a nice family photo because all he packed were jeans and a t-shirt. Grrrr.
Lol, this had more advance planning than most military exercises. Clothes laid out, diaper bag waiting by the door, portable breakfast for DD waiting on the kitchen counter, etc.