So, I thoroughly enjoyed WCMD at Scrapbook 'n Such! The ladies there were very sweet and man, oh man... what a well-stocked and fun store!
And now... for a disclaimer. Let us not judge the appearance of a certain apron-wearing, perhaps a bit tired looking, chick in these pictures.That chick would be the one whose devilishly-handsome-and-sometimes-equally-behaved 2 year old son had, for the week leading up to these pictures, decided that cribs were for babies and that his crib need not reign in such an athletic and spry young person such as himself. Huh. That realization did not come upon my devilishly-handsome-and-sometimes-equally-behaved older son until he was 3 years old so, obviously, I feel I am still owed at least another year of crib bliss from my younger child. (That would be in addition to my still innocently-beautiful-and-can-do-not-really-too-much-wrong-at-this-point 5 month old daughter who will be outgrowing her bassinet, oh, appromately any hour now and will need... you got it... a crib. Crib #2 in our house, but that's another story.) Unfortunately, my older son has apparently taught my younger son in the ways of the crib-less world.
This led to naptimes, evenings, and nighttimes, when - I kid you not - this devilishly handsome child got out of his crib upwards of 50 times at a sitting. Yeaaaaaah. Not my favorite. (And yes, I realize this is dangerous. No emails or posts telling me it's dangerous - trust me, I'm aware and was not happy about it myself.) I was deep in the midst of negotiations with said child when these pics were taken.I'm happy to report that the negotiations ended in my favor. Because I'm the momma, that's why. I originally planned to include some pics of a fun fall centerpiece I put together last week, but I see that I've already written yet another marathon post. I'll save those for the next few days, ok? Later, friends!