We're going out tonight. Just Matt and I. No kids. No puke. No poop. Tonight, I will be enjoying Mexican food with my husband. Chances are, we'll sit and talk about our babies, their puke and their poop.
Maybe we'll chat about how Holynd starts her prayers by saying, "Haley Favor" and ends them by saying, "Amie". She also likes to say "Amie" way before prayer is over and walk off.
We'll probably continue to guess what color Sloane's eyes will be and talk about how her hair has a hint of red in it.
Even though it's long overdue and we're not leaving for 4 hours... I already have anxiety about leaving my babies, and their puke and poop.
I love them and everything that comes with them.
:)
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