The Good Ol’ Days

Well, Imogen and I survived our first week alone, with dad back to work… phew.  It wasn’t easy.  In fact, sometimes (ok, a LOT of the time), it was down right HARD and EXHAUSTING…  but through all our crying fits (both Immi’s and mine), I kept remembering something that Adam had said on one of our walks…”these are the good ol’ days”.  

I am so fortunate to have a husband who, even during times of difficulties, has the ability to step out of the situation and can realize that one day, we will look back on this brief moment of time and remember them as the good ol’ days.  Really, if we think about it…what we all strive for in life is really just a string of “good ‘ol days”.    No matter where we are in life, we can all reminisce back to a time that we now consider the good ol’ days- the tricky part is to realize it at the time. I think remembering this is the secret to a happy life.  Even at the most difficult and challenging times- when its 3am and i’m exhausted and hooking up a pump to my breasts like a prize heffer for what feels like the 100th time that day… I look over at my little baby girl who’s clinging to her daddy’s chest, clearly in a milk coma and realize that in probably just a few months, i’m going to miss these days.  These really are the good ol’ days… so i thought i’d share some of our late night exhausted moments…whether it be gas induced smiles, chest clings, or just peaceful slumber (Immi’s, not ours…i’ve realized we will probably not have a fully restful night until she’s 18…ok, probably for the rest of our lives).

some 3am gas time smiles

just before bedtime….


as auntie cassidy would call it…face time flirty time!! 
seriously…could they be anymore related?

 “i’m so tired, but i’m gonna keep mom up anyway…”

this one just makes my whole heart melt…

daddy sleepy time snuggles… 

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