Winter Wonderland

While I was in Dallas for a few days on business, Boston got hit with by a huge snowstorm.

(view from our master bedroom)

Somehow, my flight home was the only one *not* cancelled and I made it home to my baby girl.

I used to tell Michael that, for Mother's Day, I wanted an upscale hotel room for the night so I could check in alone, take a bath, slip into a comfy robe, order room service, and sleep uninterruped for twelve hours. Well, after spending three days and two nights away from her, I know that the last thing I'd ever want for Mother's Day is to be away from her.

America's Most Wanted

Gabriella Faith: International Terrorist, featured in her first passport picture.

Daddy's Little Girl

I've done a lot as a mom that I'm proud of. Exclusively breastfeeding despite sleep deprivation in the early days and an insane workload as of late. Sleep training without crying it out. Giving up all dairy, including my beloved pizza and ice cream, to ease her tummy. But I think the single best thing I may have done for my daughter is to choose Michael as her father because he just loves her to pieces.