RIP Sectional

The guy was picking up the couch late last night.  Chris was seriously pouting.  Maybe even some tears.  So I tried to cheer him up.  And then we both just started pouting. (My pout is lacking) And then it was



Today is the first day since this whole thing began that Greta woke up with no drooping on either side.  I feel relieved that maybe we have gotten past this.  I was still up with her a lot last night



It was a long weekend with very little sleep.  Greta was not herself.  She screamed and cried and I felt so sad for her (to the point of crying myself) and Chris and I both felt very tired.  It all


7 months

I can’t believe Greta is 7 months old.  I can’t believe she is ONLY 7 months old (sometimes–especially right now).  We took a trip to Rexburg this past weekend to see my not-so-little nephew, Kole, be blessed.  On the way,

It felt like time rewinded itself last night.  If I didn’t get Chris John Mayer concert tickets for Father’s Day, I would have almost believed that we were still dating.  Almost.  All day I worried about leaving Greta.  At the


Letting go.

It’s lunchtime.  I always feed Greta 4 oz of baby food for lunch.  2 oz of fruit and 2 oz of vegetables.  Once that is out of the way, the fun begins.  I toast some bread and break it up