This little thing isn't even on the charts for weight anymore; some would throw her back but we'll keep her.
This little thing isn't even on the charts for weight anymore; some would throw her back but we'll keep her.
For the 100th post, I wanted to tell you 100 reasons why banks suck, but instead I'll just tell you the main reason: because they like to tell people that they will sell them a house and then change their minds for no apparent reason.
Yes, it's true. The house is no longer ours. The future is undecided. At this point, I don't even want a stupid house anymore. I'll settle for a bunch of those really big refrigerator boxes taped together. At least I can move in soon.
The bank accepted our offer over the others! 3,000 square feet of house. Now all I have to worry about is Paige filling it up.
Here are some of our favorites from our family photo shoot. (Thanks, Erin!) The only thing I hate is that these beautiful pictures will be obsolete in a few years, and we'll have to do it again.
The tray on Stella's high chair has been defective since day 1. The nice manufacturing company sent a replacement tray for free, but the leg piece that fits underneath the tray to keep baby from slipping out was missing. I contacted the company again to let them know and was informed that the "crotch retainer piece" has been ordered for me. Cool name.