My Cloak of Protection
Can you tell which baby is which??
There are 2 here that I think could pass for twins!
I just came home from my yoga class, and I was telling Alan that I’d love to get a post up on my blog tonight, but there are just a couple of problems:
1. I’m too sleepy to be very creative.
2. I have several blog posts in the works that need more work than I can muster in order for them to be internet-ready.
Alan suggested that I do a guess- which- kid- is- which-post because those are his favorite, so here ya go!
Something more sophisticated to come soon! But for now, you guys have gotta try picmonkey.com if you haven’t yet. I can really spend a lot of time on their photo editor!
Quote of the Week:
I was putting Caleb to bed the other night, and it was cool in the house, so I was wearing my giant, warm and fuzzy house robe. It’s all white and fuzzy and warm and I love it.
Caleb said, “Why are you wearing that? I hate it when you wear that.”
Me: What! My house coat! It keeps me all warm. Why don’t you like it?
Caleb: I just don’t, and Joshua doesn’t like it either.
Me: Huh. Well, that’s funny because your daddy doesn’t like it either….but it sure does keep me warm when I’m cold, so for now, I’m keepin’ it.
That’s hilarious because Alan bought me that robe our very first Christmas together. He says he “rues that day” now. Apparently, it’s a very dowdy thing to wear because Alan calls it my “cloak of protection.” Sometimes, I come down the stairs wearing it, and Alan looks up from his coffee, and sighs, “Ah, yes, the cloak of protection.”
Hey, I figure after giving birth four times in seven years, I have earned this cloak. ; )
Come on, now. Is it really that bad??
Answers to “which baby is which” are posted on my facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/theliterside
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