tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30058350.post519503952897005371..comments2024-03-27T18:56:51.425-05:00Comments on Harry Times...All Jacked Up: So That's What Sleep Feels LikeSarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07270389106604867450noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30058350.post-40438275884656933662008-07-19T16:57:00.000-05:002008-07-19T16:57:00.000-05:00I hear you on the clothing; I'm within walking dis...I hear you on the clothing; I'm within walking distance of an Urban Outfitters here in LA and I swear, it's lost on me. And I wasn't pregnant last year--just old. ;-)<BR/><BR/>the boys are adorable!sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01387145957769474838noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30058350.post-5365321125658193432008-07-18T20:02:00.000-05:002008-07-18T20:02:00.000-05:00Oh This is so cute! Squish is happy, and Harry is...Oh This is so cute! Squish is happy, and Harry is working so seriously! You can tell that he enjoys it. Does he really preface everything with "actually"? Where did he get that?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30058350.post-61292701225306955852008-07-18T09:42:00.000-05:002008-07-18T09:42:00.000-05:00Oh my goodness, the sleep! You must feel like a n...Oh my goodness, the sleep! You must feel like a new person! I spent a good twenty minutes in Anthropologie the other day wondering just when it was that women were no longer expected to have breasts. Too bad because everything would have looked pretty cute, one baby and one fetus ago. My plan is to lose the baby weight and then go Shopping. The kind where I run to the mailbox to get the credit card statement and take care of it before Ryan even knows it came. I am so hopelessly behind after more than two years of not caring.Beccahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05156777853779141522noreply@blogger.com