The reminiscing continues, with bottom stitches! 
I know, you're so very welcome. ...
pregnancy
#tbt One Year Ago Today
It's December! How is it December. That's not even a question, it's more....an incredulous statement. Where did the year GO? One week from tomorrow our baby turns 1. This was the first picture I took of the 2 of us, a few hours after she was born. 
I remember this day so vividly from last year. Not the day in particular, I guess I went to work and I posted a few maternity pictures and some pregnancy favs (if you're pregnant you can read them but if not just laugh) and went on with my day. ...
At 6 Weeks Postpartum
At so we have a 6 week old! 
But this isn't about her. I mean, it's about her, but you know. More about her...entry point?
Sorry, SORRY. I know. Let's get back to the recipes and baby pictures, right?
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2015 In Review
Guys, it's the last day of the year. Can you even believe it? It seems like five seconds ago that we were welcoming our neighbor's baby into the world and having a really quiet little NYE at our place with food and friends this time last year. This year we're a family of THREE, we're having an even more quiet NYE, and it's been just the best year. Also, as of about 6 weeks ago I was still writing 2014 on hospital forms, so let's see how long it takes 2016 to sink in! Probably until 2020. 
Stop, please, time. kthanks.
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Beck's Birth Story {jay's version!}
The phrase, “zero to sixty” is usually reserved for the automotive industry. It typically describes how quickly a certain car can accelerate to sixty miles an hour. However, on rare occasions it can accurately illustrate how fast a man can move when awakened by his wife saying, “Honey, I’m in labor. We gotta get up and go.” I couldn’t have hopped out of bed faster if I had springs mounted on my ass. Like a bullet from a gun I was propelled into reality at break-neck speed. “Oh shit! What can I do? How are you feeling? Did your water break? Oh shit! What the fuck!?” All of those questions came racing off my tongue while running in place. If I were Fred Flinstone, there would have been a plumb of smoke peeling off my feet. We were off to the races.
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