Thanksgiving Photos

Tristie and Ryder

My boys playin'

Another shot of my boys

A dirty faced Harps

Ryder near a dirty wall

Proof I was there

Granddaddy, Daddy (being gross), and Tristie

Uncle Jon and Taylor

My mom

Harper, Aunt Lauren, and Tabby

Thanksgiving

I will post pictures later. We had a nice Thanksgiving at my mother and father's house. It was made more nice by the fact that Mother had her portion of the meal catered and therefore wasn't stressed at all. Today we went to get paint and he talked me into a front loader washer/dryer set that was on sale. That will be our Christmas present to each other. It is nice because he is hard to shop for and this saves me racking my brain, and it will be nice to do more laundry at once to save time. Now we are painting. I am already having buyers remorse on the paint since the colors weren't perfect. I had to either go brighter than I wanted or more muted. I went with the muted tone, to be safe, because the kitchen is supposed to be spice colored and I didn't want it bright orange. We'll see how it turns out...

Downtown Holiday Jacket and Pant GIVEAWAY!!!!

Downtown Holiday Jacket and Pant GIVEAWAY!!!!

Custom Camera Strap GUEST GIVEAWAY!!!!

Custom Camera Strap GUEST GIVEAWAY!!!!

The Party

The cake:

Me:

Me and my bro (he was helping me stuff crayons in the crayon rolls):

Tabby (my mom bought the outfits):

Tabby:

Tristie (love that face):

Tristie:

Harps (the non-progeny love of my life):

Ryder (the other non-progeny love of my life):

Another gratuitous Harps shot:

My Baby's Blanket

This was my progress. I have actually made it further. I added one more row of fans and am halfway through with a row of flower motifs.


Keep in mind this needs blocking.

I can't stop working on it. I don't know if I will have another baby or if I will give this to someone else's baby or what, but it seems too sad to just frog the whole thing.

I need to apologize

I feel so ungrateful for all I have and for that I am sorry. I know it is all part of the grieving process. I tried to tell my husband this morning that even though I look normal, I am not normal. I am broken and may be for some time. I am grateful that I have a beautiful family of three children and one husband, all of whom love me very much. I hope that God does something wonderful with my pain. In the meantime, forgive me my pity party and my resentment. I hope to be better soon.