A Mother's Love

Well.  I have now eaten the last of the Cheryl and Co. sugar cookies that I occasionally buy for myself as a gift to my thighs.  I have also managed to convince myself that it's actually GOOD that I ate all 12 cookies in less than 3 days, because now they are gone and can't tempt me anymore.  Right?

Right.

In true, oversharing Sherri fashion, this is going to be a post with too much information.  However, I feel compelled to make sure that you understand what I've been through in the last 24 hours, and thus feel appropriately sorry for me.

Last night, our sweet Monday night babysitter, Sara, (and my future SISTER-IN-LAW-- more on that below), called to tell me that AG was having a bit of a problem, ahem, going to the bathroom.  I will spare you the graphic details, because I am trying to remove all images from my mind nice, and just let you know that what ensued involved a call to my pediatrician's phone nurse, vaseline, a pinky finger, and some serious freaking out from my sweet baby.  If you're a mom (or even if you're not), I'm fairly positive you can catch my drift here.  And if you're not quite following, well, just enjoy your innocence while you still can.

Trust me when I tell you that I now know I will do anything for my girl. 

On another, less gross & more exciting, note (What? You can't handle any more excitement?  Yeah. Me either.), my brother-in-law, Jamey, proposed to his girlfriend, Sara, over the weekend!  I'm so excited for them, and for myself as well, since I now have another girl to even up the numbers in the family.  Sara's not only a great friend and babysitter/future aunt extraordinaire, she is a perfect match for Jamey.  Here are some pictures from the night:

Walking into the house after the proposal to find.....

.....all of these people yelling surprise.

We loved celebrating with you guys!

And on a completely unrelated note, here's a picture of Ally Grace TOTALLY sacked out.  She was literally snoring facedown into my shoulder.

(Excuse the hat, ugly hair, and bags under my eyes....we'll just pretend those aren't there, won't we?)