Before bed tonight, Isaac told me that my nose is a beak like on a bird. Thought I would make record of that — not as in to keep a record of wrongs, but more as in to say I love you, even though you [name it].

Mama, I’m so sorry that Erin and I stood behind you in the grocery store, waving our arms tall and wide, pointing to passers by that my Mama’s got junk in her trunk. What a stinking brat! Have I told you that Isaac tells me all the time with such innocence and love that I am his Big Mama?

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Reply June 14, 2007

Hey! I found your blog through Nicole's, and I don't know if you remember me, but I am from Faith Community Church and went on mission trip with yall one summer. I'm glad to see what you're up to; your kids are adorable!

Reply June 23, 2007

Oi, achei teu blog pelo google tá bem interessante gostei desse post. Quando der dá uma passada pelo meu blog, é sobre camisetas personalizadas, mostra passo a passo como criar uma camiseta personalizada bem maneira. Até mais.

Reply June 26, 2007

Amber, that is hilarious. I busted out laughing at that one!

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