coffee with angels

The house is quiet! Brent took Sarah for their weekly Saturday morning coffee ritual with the other daddy/baby pairs. It's the only time all week that I have the house to myself. I usually look forward to it and then once it's here I find myself watching longingly as they walk out the door and then twiddling my thumbs until they get back. Life isn't as fun without the people you love the most around! Now that I'm a "blogger" (sigh...still can't believe it...don't make fun Samantha) I'll just have to keep you all posted while they're gone. Here's a picture of the pigbear in the outfit her Daddy dressed her in this morning. He thinks she looks like a little old grandma all dressed up in her jogging suit...


I had a shopping accident last week and splurged on new outfits for Sarah. 3-6 month outfits! Very sad. In fact, today is her 3 month birthday. Hard to believe that exactly 3 months ago I was holding the most beautiful, squashiest little bundle I'd ever seen. Where does the time go? Before we know it, she'll be turning one...which reminds me...I also bought her an outfit for her first birthday. I know, I'm ridiculous. But it was on sale and PERFECT; how could I resist?


I guess I should go find something to do with myself until my babies get home. I'll leave you with a couple of pictures from last week's coffee outing (Brent calls it Coffee with Angels, stolen from the title of a David Bailey album - highly recommended if you've never heard him before)...