=Noa Harper. All the tasks that were once so important flew out the window when we had that sweet girl. Add in three days cooped up in the house combating the epic plague of 2017 (flu), and we have something akin to the aftermath of the most destructive hurricane to date. I’m positive toxic phlem is in every crevice and on every surface of our house. We’ve gone through three packages of Clorox wipes and two boxes of extra plush tissues, in addition to washing twelve loads of laundry. Noa has contaminated every one of my pots and pans and their lids at this point. He sister is trying to keep up with the grossness by perching on the dining surfaces. If we can get through this sickness, it may be time to move. Hey, in the next few weeks, if you’re in the neighborhood, stop on in if you see the for sale sign 😉 (if you dare).
In late November, Lucy Goose flew south without warning. In the past three months, we didn’t receive one single letter. No calls, nothing. Yesterday she showed up at our front door, with packages from the Amazon in tow. Apparently she went farther than the Keys. Her feathers are fluffy and pristine, and her beak is nicely tanned, so evidently this hiatus was good for her. Noa was beyond thrilled to see her, and Monkey immediately embraced her. We are glad to have her back; hopefully she won’t dissapear again.
The dreaded first bathtub poop: lovely, right? Matt and I have anticipated this day since Noa was born. Never mind we had to throw away all the toys, and never mind I had to scrub the tub after the debris was removed, gagging the whole way. Our sweet girl, who calls any activity in her diaper “Ipoop” made a very funny face before she said, “Mama, Ipoop.” Hooray for correctly articulating bodily functions! In any case, she was embarrassed, and told us repeatedly “I did it” while she waited patiently for a fresh bath to be drawn. Phew! At least we know who the culprit is. There is no photo to go with this post, because, 1. I didn’t take any photos to commemorate this monumentus occasion, and 2. If I had taken photos and then had enough gall to post them, I’m pretty sure no one would ever again read Inoagirl. So here we are, officially members of the bathtub poop club, y’all! Yay parenthood! 😂
I see so much of Papaw Grump in Noa. This afternoon’s revelation makes me smile 😂 I’m pretty sure he’s smiling too.
I’m always amazed by how talented and creative so many of my friends are. We spent Sunday afternoon with Lindsey Williams of LifeExposed Photography on a gorgeous property in Nash County. We have been friends since college, and really reconnected the year Matt and I got married. She took Noa’s newborn photos last September, and they, too, were phenomenal. Bonus that she has a handsome little man, Wesley, who is only a few months older than Noa. We actually got to play with him Sunday after the shoot. Below are a few from the sneak peek-I don’t want to ruin our holiday cards, so this is all you get for now 🙂 I’m blown away! Thank you, friend!