Because I'm always the one behind the camera, my little bug and I have approximately four pictures together.
Here are three of them:
I love her.
Pitter patter goes my heart.
Must. Have. More. Babies.
It's like my uterus is crying out to me!
Don't tell my husband I said that.
On a completely different note that has nothing to do with child bearing or my desire to due such:
Guess who got new boots?
That's right, I'm a lady. You didn't know that? Didn't the uterus comment tip you off?
I have wanted a pair of boots to wear with my dresses for a year now, but haven't gotten around to purchasing them for one reason or another. And as usual, I am five years behind all fashion trends. Perfect.
But now I be walkin' all kinds of places! Struttin' my stuff. I feel so stylin' when I wear them, as I usually opt for fuzzy slippers or worn in cowboy boots. And it's actually kind of nice to feel fancy! Obviously, the definition of “fancy” depends heavily on your audience.
$30 boots to Shaye = Fancy.
I have no comment on that fact.
The only downside to these saucy boots is that they don't match my sunhat very well. But because my style is years behind fashion trends, I have another three years to figure out the fact that they shouldn't go together.
And until then, I shall wear them together with pride.