Tis the night before the night before Christmas, and we are gearing up to get down at Casa Uebbing.
In preparation for the holy feast to come, we have been scrubbing, cleaning, and fluffing all throughout the house, all while wrangling two sick sickies with an ear infection and a cold from hades, respectively. I would take the time to mention who has what, except that at Dave’s insistence, we buzzed both boy’s heads last night and now my (sob) baby looks identical to my (gulp) toddler. Soooooo, basically can’t tell them apart from a distance. 7 lbs separates JP from world domination, and by that I mean being able to defend his floppy self when Joey drops an elbow on him and starts pummeling.
All in good fun.
Without further ado, I bring to you what you’ve all come here to see: mah church threads.
Today’s post is sponsored by holyfreakingamazingbesthusbandever. And you’ll soon see why…
|Gaze into Christmas future|
|Now contemplate how many calories are in that little red cup, and my ever-widening mommy flanks|
|But from this angle? Nailed it!|
|‘Take your shades off, darling. Let them see how well we slept last night…|
|‘Did you think I would still be making us take selfies once we were married?’|