Shopping for bathing suits after three babies is a special kind of hell. Am I right, or am I right?
So it was super-duper-extra-special fantastic to come home from my fluorescent lighting horrors and make silly faces at my beautiful baby boy, and remind myself of why I don't care about the bathing suit bod.
Hello, my 35-week old, officially crawling boy.
And, hello, my thirty-five year-old hubby, hehe. Lookin' good, my men :)
Lest I ever fret an ounce over the c-section scars and wobbly bits, smack me upside the head and show me pics of my miracles, puh-lease.
Hope everyone had a wonderful Memorial Day Weekend!
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