I can’t believe time has gone by so fast.  This time four years ago, I was admitted to the hospital and was about to welcome our only baby girl into the world.  Epidural?  No thanks!  I’m too anxious to see my girl that all the pains sort of subsided.  The only thought I had was holding my girl in my arms and thinking about my two boys at home.

I couldn’t contain my tears of joy, as I sobbed while pushing Sophia out.  Out she came after five pushes with a healthy scream, jet black hair, beautiful pinkness all over her, ten toes and ten fingers.  It was amazing that she latched on to me right away on my first trial at nursing her.

Edited to note: I failed to mention that without the help of my wonderful parents and dedicated sisters/husband, this trip would not have been possible.  Yes, we needed the whole “army” to take care of our four children, I mean with Parker alone (20 months) who gets into everything, you’d need two people on skates just to catch up with him.  A million thanks to my family!!  And I also posted some gratuitous pictures as well if you just want to skip over all the blah blah blah.  

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It’s been so long since my last post that I totally forgot the password to WordPress! Could that be a sign of aging?

I’ve been up to my eyeballs with projects around here. And I can say that I’m DONE, as in D!O!N!E, put a fork in me kind of done, with my “home improvement” projects. I’ll post the before and after pics in another post.

This post is about my baby, my happy-go-lucky guy, my chubby guy, my pride and joy, my Parker. There’s going to be lots of bragging here folks, so if you’re not a parent or you’ve heard it here before…just kindly go straight to the gratuitous pictures.

It would have been less of a headache and faster to buy a cake at the store and leave it to the professional. But when your adorable little girl asks for a “Hello Kitty” cake, your first thought is to try your hand at baking (that’s the easy part, thanks to Mr. Duncan Hines), the hardest part is decorating and making sure Hello Kitty doesn’t look like a scary drag queen.

“I think you should dye your hair”

I said as my husband gave me the quizzical look as if to say ‘what are you smokin’ this time!’

“No really, your hair is all gray and you’re not even 40 yet! When we go out people might think that you’re my dad!”

After he dusted himself off of the floor from laughing hysterically,

he said “nah, people will think you’re my trophy wife!”

That’s the reason why I married him folks, he certainly knows what to say.