Hello old clothes. How I missed them, piled high on the top shelf of the nursery closet. I missed my jeans and my cute sweaters. The husband missed his favorite top.
This may seem horribly materialistic and not at all inspiring - I haven't even started exercising yet, so there was no real struggle to reclaim some semblance of my earlier figure - but by golly, the husband lifted me up in the air the other night. It's little things like this that make sleep deprivation and sore breasts worth it.
Not including the reason that they exist in the first place. Helloooo baby!
congrats on getting into the old clothes. there is really nothing like it. i was able to after brooklyn, not so much sophia. one of these days. walters such a cutie. congrats
ReplyDeleteOh he's so precious jammed in there with a huge binky in his mouth! I want more!!!!!
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