yay iphone

So it looks like I figured out how to upload more than one picture at a time. Now, if I could just figure out how to post and have pictures all together from my iphone, we'd be doing pretty darn good. One of my favorite and funniest people in the whole entire world is @ home on bedrest with her second little boy (wink wink if you're reading this) and I'm just thinking back to some old days that we spent together in college, gossiping about how fat such and such was, and how stupid such and such was. And, now we're moms. Of 2 boys each. And, I think about how wonderful life would be if we lived around the corner or across the street and we could snicker about what our boys did today that a) we loved b) we hated c) was just like their daddy c)made us laugh but we knew we couldn't in front of them. I think about how nice it would be to be able to meet up with all the kids and go for a walk or to lunch. Because, there's just something about those old friends. The ones who knew you before you got all settled into the daily rhythms and ordeals. There's something about them that just make you feel at home. So, I'm sending her ...a happy bedrest. And, I'm sending encouraging words...because being a mom is sacrifice after sacrifice. And, hug after hug. And, I'm sure that she's great at all of it. (Despite her eye-rolling) And, I'm just throwing this out there...as if moving, having a baby and a toddler at home wasn't enough...could you start a blog too so that we can have a daily dose of you and your sillyness. The sillyness that you don't think you are?

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  1. AnonymousWednesday, September 1, 2010 at 9:01:00 PM PDT

    Hey, I'm famous! I'm on your blog. We for sure have to get together and get these boys together.

    I am afraid if I started a blog to blog...I think I might just gripe some days. ...At least these days...

    I love you and our oldie days.

    -Krys

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