I was going to crop myself out of this, but my husband threatened to crop himself out of our pictures if I did. He is Stunningly Handsome and greatly improves the value of our pictures, so I didn't want to risk it.
Besides, it will probably be good for my children to know that they did, indeed, have a mother who held them and loved them.
Since I may very well be Clinically Insane by the time they grow up.
I did, however, change the picture to grayscale. You don't need to know that I hastily threw on a red sweater over my green shirt, or that my husband failed to tell me I looked like a lumpy Christmas tree.
In my defense, notice the baggy eyes, poorly ponytailed hair, and drooping cheeks? We are functioning (HA! How loosely I use that term!) on very, very, very little sleep.
But our driveway is officially The Mud Bog. Which means the sun is shining and melting inches and inches of snow.
And we did (yes, we did!) get out in the sun and enjoy a short walk around the nearby brand new subdivision. Even the dog was happy.
And ... miracle of miracles ... during the entire walk, BOTH of the babies slept AT THE SAME TIME.