Well, hello Dolly!

I love that line.

Eight  months later.

I have kept my family fed, reasonably clean and mostly clothed. It's always a question if Gracie will be wearing anything resembling the outfit I so lovingly laid out for her. And Zachary changes his socks the moment he senses any discomfort whatsoever.

Gabriel was a puke baby. Mercy. He is getting better but for awhile there ... gross. We have done a lot of laundry. (of course by "we" I actually meant Chris.)

(no judgy)

We have refrained from any major car accidents, no one had any stitches or broken bones, and almost everyone had a birthday. 

I can count on one thumb the number of children who still nap.

Momma is a stress-eater, and judging by my clothing size at the moment, it's been a rough eight months. But that's a topic for another day, and would someone please pass the donuts ...

We were blessed with a newer washer and dryer set, for which I am super happy about. My dishwasher is broken. Fridge falling apart any moment now. Ergo, other new appliances are on the horizon.

Facebook has been deactivated for the last time. I'd like to deactivate a few people. But we will just settle for comment moderation on my old friend The Blawg.

I don't plan on pressuring myself to be the best blogger out there, and photos are mostly gonna be published on Instagram, but here I am with as much wit as I can muster between all of the feedings and baths and the non-napping :)

Love to you all!