Tuesday, March 15, 2011

The "I Can't Think of A Title" Post

I know I promised a recap of my evening with the Pioneer Woman, but my computer issues are still troubling me at home and I forgot my camera card this morning, so I can't update from my work computer either (shh...don't tell anyone I am using my work computer for my blog..okay- thanks!)

Just so you don't think I have given up the bloggity ghost and quit writing about my life...here are a few teasers of some posts that will be coming this week.

A. There is a big project going on at my house...you will have to wait until Thursday to see if it was a success of not. Let's just say...if little green men like gold, one of them just might find himself in bit of trap on St. Patty's Day!

B. Why I love Wednesday nights - a photo journal experience

oh and then there is this...
I just spent about thirty minutes in one of our preschool two year old rooms, and now I have a craving for my sweet little Hannah -- when she was two! It was the best of times, I miss that two year old so much! (I actually think she was three in this picture at the fair -- but she would have JUST turned three and it was all I had on my computer hard drive here at work - so it will just have to do!)

Isn't she just precious?

I just love that my hubby loves her so much.

I have loved every age of her little life...but honestly - 6.5 is tough, and I long for the cuddly two year old and I kinda miss the Wiggles a little bit too! They have been replaced with Big Time Rush and Justin B!

Anyone have a two year old I can borrow?

Sigh...

Even bigger sigh...

See ya tomorrow!

1 comment:

The Gang's Momma! said...

6.5 and she's sportin' attitude already? Oh, girl. At least mine waited to 11. BUT the downside is that now my 3.5 year old IDOLIZES said 11 year old and IMITATES everything said 11 year old does. Which makes me feel like I have one logical but snooty 11 year old and one ILLOGICAL and snooty 11 year old on my hands. Fun times. Don't ya wish you were me? :)

Hang in there - I hear tell that at some point, daughters do realize what a gift we mothers are. I just hope both of us survive to see it :)

Love ya!