Every once in an uncommon while, I run late. And most of the time, I embrace this little piece of me. You see, dear friends, I am what they call "a poker." For those that don't recognize the term, let me elaborate. I'll get out of the shower and feel completely paralyzed about blow-drying my hair until I have first started a load of laundry, checked my email (a 3rd time), poured another cup of coffee, scratched the dogs' ears, waited to hear the weather forecast on the news, etc. Being the very patient and smart husband that he is, Jonny tells me he knows "not to rush a good thing" and trusts that I will make it out the door - even if that means our day starts 10 minutes behind schedule.
|C'mon little baby ---- mama's about to pop and papa's getting antsy!|
|Just keep moving ... keep moving ... keep moving!|
|Run, run, run away!|
|Colt & Ila's first "sparklers" :) They LOVED them!|
|Anyone wanna buy a robot?|
|New cabinet and microwave --- this extra space is going to be awesome!|