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On the days I'm not blogging….

I have so many things I want to share with you. 
New ideas for the coming year….
Two new link ups coming in February….
More modesty posts….
Recipes…..
And more posts on the postpartum days….
But for now I’m holding my little girl, as she doesn’t like to be far away from me for long. 
I bundle her in the sleepy wrap, and we get school done that way. But right now I have to keep up with school, my house, and my family. The blog has to fit in when I can make it. Actually more like when Deborah can allow it. 🙂
I’ll still be blogging. I’m just letting you know if there are days where I’m not here during the next month or two, you know what I’m doing. 
Gazing at this precious face. 

And falling in love with her more and more each day! 

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13 Comments

  1. hehe the first thing I noticed was "Hey, we have that blanket!" LOL

    She's beautiful, I'd gaze at her a lot too!

  2. I'm a regular reader, but a rare commenter. I have yet to say congratulations. So here goes: "Congratulations, she is beautiful!" Enjoy this precious time with her and the other littles. Our little girl is now 8 months old and the time is going by so quickly!! We also have a 2, 4, and 6 year old. They days are full and precious.

    Margaret

  3. She's getting so big already! Just look at those sweet chins! You must have good cream. 😉 Enjoy this time that passes all too quickly.

  4. Love your blog; and the pictures are always a treat. Be with us (your blogging community) as time allows. This special season in your life goes by all too fast! This grandmother knows that!!

  5. Just beautiful and the best reason not to blog :).
    Can't wait to sit and gaze at our new little one!!!!!
    Enjoy these precious days.

  6. She is so very precious, I wanted to reach through the screen and 'gaze' at her more. Her name always makes me think of her namesake, and reminds me of another's gaze. . . .

  7. Glenda,

    *sniff* yes I think of my mom a lot when I look at our little Deborah. There is a lot of emotions wrapped up in passing on your mother's name to your daughter. I wish you could see her!

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