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Week #39

Week #5

A Covey Family Christmas

We remembered the cookies and milk for santa, the carrot for Rudolf, read the 'Night Before Christmas',
and (unlike last year) didn't put out the santa presents until christmas eve...

Hope you all had a wonderful holiday : )

Happy Holidays!

One Month

Dear Emmitt,

It's hard to believe a month of you has already passed.

A whole 30 (31?) days of eat. sleep. poop.  Of tiny sleepers and tiny toes.

Of baby smells, squeaks, and that distinct newborn cry that is music to my ears.

You are so big already!
It amazes me how much you have grown, and how fleeting that itty-bitty newborn stage is...
And how much faster things seem to be going this time around.

Things aren't always easy, but the best things in life take work.
 You are worth every middle of the night minute, every hourly feeding, and every poopy diaper.



xo, mom.

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Week #38

Week #4

Thing One and Thing Two : )



Yes I'm still here, just really really busy... :)

Ernie's U-pick

The start of a new tradition.

Despite the fact that it was bitterly cold, Jake's nose was running like a facet,
Squish wasn't on the baby wearing train, and we picked the tree from the warmth of the car,

i imagine we'll be back next year : )

For now, we'll just kick back and bask in the glow....

Christmas Cookies with a Two Year Old

Perhaps i am getting a little ahead of myself here.

Or maybe i just need to accept the fact that i have a two year old boy,

i might just be barking up the wrong arts and crafts tree here...

He liked licking the sprinkles the best, but i promise we didn't give those ones away...

We did however manage to eat more than we gifted.

Christmas: 1 

 Me: 0

Photo of the Week

Yeah yeah yeah, i might have been slacking off lately.

But hey, i've got two good reasons....

Week #37

Week #1

Week #2

Week #3

Just because i'm a little behind doesn't mean i'm not going to get it done : )

Keeping it real

How i want you to think it is:

{totally together}

How it really is:

{ Not actually quite so poised. Note the crooked baby and look of utter dismay. or is that exhaustion? }

If i pretend I've got it all together, maybe i actually will.

But hey, we're all still alive and i made it out of the house...  

So far so good!