I don’t know about you, but I feel like April is such a tease. One day it’s warm. The next day is really cold! I’m so ready to get to the beach, enjoy consistent warm weather, and spend more time outdoors. Thankfully, there is still time to find that perfect wicker, woven straw and/or bamboo bag.
A few weeks ago, I took Baby Blue to New York, to visit my friend Katie. I was Katie’s nanny throughout my college years. She and I have remained very close throughout the years. We try to visit one another, at least once a year. During my last visit, Katie introduced me to her Nespresso machine.
I have not been the same ever since.
This week, Baby Blue is turning six months old. It’s going so fast and he is getting so big. Here is an update on what BLUE has been up to and what his foster situation currently looks like…
Yeah, it’s pretty clear, I ain’t no size two. But I can shake it, shake it, like I’m supposed to do. (Meghan Trainor) One of my favorite songs of the decade, and perhaps your’s too. Yet, we’re still left with the common reality and greatest hope: Having curves and Looking great in a swimsuit. Respectively.
I hate to think those who do wear a size two would even be reading this post, but I trust that if you really and truly have curves, you’ll want to wear swimsuits that compliment those god-given assets. (For the record, my husband would be miserable if I lost my curves.)
About this time, last year, Scott and I witnessed something disgraceful, as foster parents. Our 20-month-old foster baby girl (whom we nicknamed Banana and had been with us since leaving the NICU at five weeks old) was about to go through a devastation that her tiny, little body couldn’t handle. Her case worker, case worker’s supervisor, legal guardian, and bio family made the decision to have her reunified, by a court appointed date, at no cost.