i used to think that all i was, was a mean person who walks around all day yelling at people. then, my husband took my three kids (and by my three kids i really mean my 2 year old plus the other two that i can handle on my own) to New Mexico over the Thanksgiving break and something happened to me. i was happy. i was calm. i didn't have to take any of my anxiety meds (except for that whole alien movie situation). i was laughing. i was dancing. i realized, hey maybe i am not a mean person after all.
(a little of Tessa's work)i had a conversation with my mom where i was complaining about having a 2 year old and how much i really DON'T enjoy it. and my mom was all, " hey, Marci i had four 2 year olds. but, BUT i will grant you that Tessa is like having TWO 2 YEAR OLDS!!" oh thank you, my mother was understanding me and my struggle with coping with Tessa.

(and yet, another demonstration of Tessa's hard work)



so nice and new and shiny
