Chaos, it is

We had to get a new dishwasher this month.  I had no idea how much I love having a dishwasher.  Let the record show: I love having a dishwasher.  Nothing like absence to make the heart grow fonder.


Eva camped out in the box for several days - for about 2 hours each time.  There were dolls, blankets, play food, and doctor stuff inside.  I remember playing like that.  Remember?  Your mind was free of absolutely everything except what you were pretending at the moment.  Oh those were the days.



There really is very little as day-making as a brand new pair of heels.  I don't think I had bought a new pair of heels for about 5 years.  Sad but true.  I wore them to Erin's wedding (pics of that day soon!).  So so fun.  And so fun to be so tall!  But oh my aching feet when I got home.  Nothing like a good soak.  I've been thinking lately about how I used to be glamorous.  I really think I was.  Ok, maybe not during the middle school years, but soon after that.  And since becoming a mama, I've adapted to a whole new kind of glamour.  I think this pic says it all...I now soak my feet with my little man in a baby tub.  But I'm happy with that.  My sister recently asked why I would want to have another baby.  I answered that 90% of the time, I honestly love the chaos of it all.  I really do.  And it has its own kind of glamour and bliss that I never imagined until it happened to me.



And last, this pic may not look remarkable.  
But it is.  
Because there is PEACE.
They are NOT FIGHTING.

Chaos, it is.  And I love it.  Most of the time.