Right before the epic crash of 2013, I emailed myself these.
|Watch out Brewer. I'm going to get you with my mallet.|
|Trying on glasses. Pray for me. H kept them on for about 2.2 seconds.|
|Grandma O'Connell taught me how to put things "in." Even Sophie the giraffe can fit in the cookie jar.|
|Sleeping on Daddy.|
While my mom watched H on Monday she taught her how to put things "in." Or in Harper's world, shove everything you can into the small cookie jar that sings. You can imagine how upset she gets when the cookie jar is full but there is a naughty rattle sitting on the floor instead of in the cookie jar. Damn rattle.
Girlfriend has definitely found her sassy pants this week.
Insert picture of H being sassy. Oh wait, my phone crashed. Dang it.
Harper had an appointment at the eye doctor earlier this week. It was quickly pointed out that Miss H is nearsighted (just like her mama) and needs glasses at a very young age as well (crap, just like me). Cue the wrestling of trying to pick out the appropriate frame.
I was actually trying to get a picture of the sample glasses while they were on Miss Sassy Pants, but the poor frames only stayed on her pretty face for about 4 seconds. Please pray for
The frames should arrive in about 2 weeks. Plenty of time for me to starting banking my patience away for the fights we are going to have.