DIY Closet Curtains: You Can Do This

We recently moved into a new house that had those terrible accordion closet doors. They don't stay on the tracks, and I live in fear that one of my children will lose a finger. We took them off the first night we moved in. Since then, my daughter has had an open closet in all its messy glory.

It was time to hide that mess.

Caroline is with her grandparents for the week, so I set to work on making some curtains for her closet. Y'ALL. It was so easy. So, so easy. If you have ever looked at a sewing machine, you can do this. I even timed it: 4.5 minutes total on the sewing machine. You will spend the majority of the time folding and ironing. This is what you have been training for!

Here's what you need:

• Sewing machine (or access to one)
• Fabric of your choice, any material will do
• Iron
• Tension shower rod

Shopping
Curtains are so simple and low maintenance that you can choose any fabric from any store. Don't worry about quality. They're curtains. Find a pattern that you love and go with it! I found this beautiful cotton fabric at Hobby Lobby: The Store of Dreams.

How much do you need?

You need to measure your closet's height and width. 

Add 10 inches to the height of your closet. That's the measurement you will give the fabric cutter. That will make one panel.

The width is important in deciding how many panels you need. My daughter's closet was 45" wide. Most fabric is also 45" inches wide. One piece of fabric would have filled the closet opening, but it would have been completely flat across. I like the ruffled look to my curtains, so I made two panels for the closet. 

Making the Curtains

Step 1

Step 1: Start with one of the long edges of your fabric. Flip your fabric over with the pattern-side down and fold the edge over about 1/2". Iron that down. Remember: it's curtains. They will drape and move so your seams don't have to be absolutely perfect. You won't notice once they're hanging.

Step 2

Step 2: Fold that same seam over one more time and iron it down again. This time, pin it down as you go.

Step 3

Step 3: Sewing machine time! Stitch a straight (or mostly straight-ish) line on the inside edge of the seam.

Step 4: Repeat on the other long edge of your fabric.

Step 5

Step 5: Now go to the bottom of your fabric. Just like with the other seams, flip your fabric over so the pattern is face down. Fold a 1/2" seam and iron. Fold again a 5" seam and iron. Starting to feel like your spending a lot of time folding and ironing?

Step 6: Stitch that seam just like the others. Remember to stitch at the top of seam, not the very bottom of the curtain. Not that I've ever done that..... Back-stitch at the beginning and end. Every sewing machine has the ability to do this, but if you've never used this function, HERE is a 1 minute video explaining how to do it. (We did not back-stitch the other seams because they got tucked into the top and bottom seams.)

Step 7

Step 7: You're almost done! Go to the top of your fabric. This is the piece that will hold the curtain rod. I bought a pretty thick shower rod, so this should definitely be enough room for anything you bought. Once again, fold a 1/2" seam and iron. Fold that over about 4"-4.5". I did 4.25". Iron and pin.

Step 8: Stitch that seam all the way across. Back-stitch at the beginning and end.

Optional but Probably Step 9: You just made one panel. Repeat the whole shebang for the other panel. It will probably take you half the time for the second one.

Two panels side-by-side on a 45" wide closet.

You're done!

Slide that curtain rod through the top opening and hang your masterpiece!

I can't wait for Caroline to see it. She may hate it...because she's 3. But it was so easy to whip these up, that I can always take her back to the store to pick out her own fabric. Now to work on little brother's! How many times do you think that curtain rod will have to fall on his head before he learns not to climb them?

Colin's Birth Story

Yikes.

When I last blogged, I had one child and sanity.

I'm now two years older, another kid deep, and several brain cells short. More on that to come.

Since I'm already a solid 15 months late, I want to make a written record of Colin's birth story. I love hearing the vastly different experiences every mother has during childbirth, and I don't want to forget mine. If you'd like to read Caroline's birth story, click here.

Pregnancy

Pregnancy and I are not friends, which is hugely disappointing to me. I, like many little girls, dreamed of one day growing a child in my belly. What would it be like? Would baby kicks feel weird? Just how big will my belly get? It all seemed so magical. And it is. I marvel at the idea from my non-pregnant state. But the actual 9 months of pregnancy are brutal for me. Nine months of morning sickness (both pregnancies), pre-eclampsia (first pregnancy), intense itching (second pregnancy), and host of other non-dangerous-but-really-annoying symptoms make me stand in awe/sort of hate gorgeous women who just glow straight through pregnancy. Y'all rock/suck.

37 weeks pregnant.

Colin's birth story really begins a few days before his birth. His due date was March 22. I went for my 37 week prenatal appointment on February 29 with no real complaints but lots of whining. I felt huge, and this baby felt huge. My doctor assured me multiple times that the baby was probably 6 pounds at that point, my belly was actually a week behind, and I had only gained 25 pounds. She also very casually declared that I was 3 cm dilated and would probably have the baby that week.

Come again?

Clearly Colin knows that this is a bad week because his sister's 2nd birthday is on March 4, and I have many important things to do to ensure her birthday is awesome. I skeptically packed a bag and continued preparing for Caroline's birthday.

March 2 was a Mother's Day Out day for Caroline (holla!) so I spent the day driving from store to store and walking, walking, walking everywhere to find chalkboard sign supplies, canvases, wrapping paper, and the like. I felt pretty tired but you know--37 weeks pregnant, mom of toddler--normal. That evening I sat at the kitchen table to begin painting Caroline's birthday chalkboard. As the evening wore on, I became increasingly uncomfortable. Contractions were every 3-5 minutes, but not terribly painful so I didn't panic. I asked Chris for the first time in either pregnancy to bring home a milkshake. He said yes, but then forgot. I cried. I hope he still feels bad about it. The contractions were still regular but not awful, so I took the world's most uncomfortable bath and went to bed.

The chalkboard that started it all.

The contractions continued all night but never got worse, so I still chalked it up to Braxton Hicks. The next morning, I told Chris to go in to work because this baby was not coming today, but shortly after he left (of course) my contractions shortened to every 2-3 minutes and became more and more painful. After frantic discussions between my mom and Chris, we decided to head to the hospital.

They never believe you're actually in labor, but my doctor was all "I told you so" and "My prediction was right" so they let me stay.

I screen shot my phone when they said today was the day.

It was then that I realized Caroline's birthday is TOMORROW. I can't have a baby today! Their birthdays will be too close. Oh snap- they broke my water. It's too late. Since this was happening, it became my utmost goal that this baby was born on March 3. We have to get this baby out before midnight! I told every nurse that would listen that Colin has to be born today, March 3. He and his sister cannot have the same birthday. They laughed and shrugged, which makes sense now, but was infuriating to this mama in labor.

Labor progressed steadily but slowly. I was in labor with Caroline for 8 hours. Everyone says that second babies come faster, so I was expecting things to speed up. They didn't. Of course. At some point, Chris and I had "the talk" about how this baby was 3 weeks early. His lungs *should* be developed, but he may be very small and need a little help at first. But mostly I was just concerned with having this baby before midnight. Mom of the Year!

Quick poll: does anyone else feel extremely uncomfortable with showing people how much pain you're in? Like almost embarrassed? This has happened to me during childbirth both times. I know childbirth is one of those times that it's cool to scream your head off, but I felt very insecure about showing pain on my face. After 6 hours of trying to pretend like everything was fine, I got the Sacred Epidural. I fell asleep almost immediately and woke up to my doctor saying that it was time to push. At 7:00 pm! Yay! March 3 will be the day!

The room slowly filled with a lot of people. Way more than I remembered at Caroline's birth. We would find out later that it was the NICU team, because Colin was early. I pushed a grand total of 3 times, which was a welcome gift from God after 3 hours of pushing with Caroline. Colin Robert O'Brien was born at 7:39 pm.

9 pounds.

He was 9 pounds. 3 weeks early. The NICU nurses laughed as they quietly left the room. The first words Colin heard were, "Touchdown! He's a linebacker!" because he threw his arms straight up in the air the moment he was born. My doctor was in disbelief as they had NO IDEA he was that big. I was very eager to remind her that I told her at my 3 previous appointments that I felt like he was very big.

He was also very bruised. I mean I'm a small lady so... His little face and left arm were so blue. It was gone by the next day, but a little alarming at first.

I am often asked:
"Were the dates right?" -Yes. We had several early ultrasounds.
"Did you have diabetes?" -No. They checked. Twice.

He just cooked fast.

I am now a firm believer that God gives us the babies He gives us. I did nothing differently during Colin's pregnancy than I did in Caroline's. I ate relatively healthy in both pregnancies. Afterward, I breastfed both of my children for over a year. Colin has remained in the 80-90th percentile, while Caroline has always been in the bottom 10th.

The birth days of my children are my two favorite days of my life. I would relive them over and over again if I could. Colin's birth was so easy and his birthday and size were such a delightful surprise. He and his sister have birthdays one day apart, which I hope will be a bond they share forever.

I have so many stories to share from the past few years. So many lessons I've learned. Some really hard things and some really beautiful things. My blog has been dark for over 2 years, which is a concrete token of the journey we've been on. I can't wait to share some of our journey and more with you! Every day is like a thousand years, but the years feel like a day. They make me a better person. I don't want to forget anything.

Long time, no blog.

I last blogged in August. Whoops. Turns out that taking care of a baby human takes ALL your time. Coincidentally, Caroline also started crawling in August. I haven't sat down since then.

I really love blogging, so I spent the morning having a dance rave with Caroline. Hopefully she'll be asleep long enough for me to keep my computer open without little fingers turning my CAPS lock on and off constantly.

Here's a little big update on the O'Briens over the past 8 months.

Caroline...Growing Like a Weed

Well, maybe not like a weed. She's itty bitty. If you've kept up with my monthly birthday pictures on facebook, you might have noticed that the weight on the chalkboard constantly fluctuated up and down. Because she only went to the doctor at 6 months, 9 months, and 12 months, I had to guess her weight on the months in between. I was also SURE she had gained at least a pound every month (like the textbooks say), but then we would go to the pediatrician and find out she had gained one pound in 3 months. I guess she takes after me in the size department.

Developmentally, she's been growing faster than a weed. She started crawling the day she turned 5 months old. She pulled up to stand the day before she turned 6 months. 

So bald.

She started solid food around 5 months old and was legitimately angry we hadn't been feeding her green beans since birth. There are very few foods she won't eat. Around 9 months old, she ate a grown-man sized plate of roast beef and potatoes. We watched in shock and awe. 

She is perfect. I assume every parent thinks their child is perfect, but Caroline is actually perfect. She sleeps 10-12 hours at night, wakes up giggling (and usually yelling "Daddy!"), takes 2 solid naps a day. She communicates everything she needs through sign language, words, or pointing. She very rarely cries. When she's hungry, she signs "more." When she needs a new diaper, she pats her belly and heads to her bedroom. When she's tired, she signs "tired" and says "blanket." She's becoming this wonderful little person that I genuinely enjoy spending time with. I look forward to all the new things she learns every day.

These are a few of her favorite things...

• Reading book after book after book after book after book.... "Whistle for Willie" is her current favorite. She woke up at 2:00 am one night pointing at her bookshelf saying "illie! illie!" So now the book lives in the living room.
• Her chores. I can't wait to tell her some day how much she loved chores. Right now, she has two chores. She lets Itchy out of his crate in the morning, and she throws her wet diapers in the trash can. Don't try to do these things without her.
• Running. She's quick.
• Playing outside.
• Mardi Gras beads. (Yikes.)
• The Sprout Channel. There is a morning show called Sprout Live with this chicken puppet named Chica. That is the only way to start her day.
• Naps. For real. She claps and giggles when I lay her in her crib.

Chris O'Brien, PT, DPT

Chris is working as a physical therapist with Drayer Physical Therapy. I love their model of therapy. A very honest, hands-on company that gives individualized care. You won't find that at most physical therapy clinics. Chris' clinic just recently moved to Mt. Juliet and is thriving. He has great co-workers and really enjoys his job. Thumbs up from Chris.

Laura O'Brien, Seamstress??

After having a baby girl, I discovered the JOY of dressing her in adorable outfits. But being the thrifty (and broke) girl that I am, I was disappointed to see how expensive baby clothes were. Some of my favorites looked very easy to sew. The only problem--I didn't know how to sew. My mother-in-law stepped in and gave me a sewing lesson over Halloween. I didn't actually get to touch the sewing machine at that time [see above about the crawling baby], but she sent me home with the sewing machine and YouTube. 

This was Chris' great-grandmother's sewing machine. The first time I touched it, I got a bunch of thread bunched up and the whole thing jammed. I had a panic attack that I had just broken this family heirloom. But after many text messages with Chris' mom and 100+ google searches, I started to get the hang of it. Fast forward a few months, and I am having a blast making little outfits for Caroline. For my birthday, Chris bought me my own sewing machine. It also monograms and does appliques. I started an Etsy shop for some of my sewing creations. Check it out!

 Caroline Rose Boutique

Peanut-Free

Shortly after Caroline's first birthday, she tried her first (and last) peanut butter sandwich. A few hours later, her eyes and ears swelled up and hives ran from her neck down. A blood test confirmed she is allergic to peanuts. We now carry an Epi-pen everywhere we go and have said goodbye to all our favorite peanut butter snacks. As a teacher, I totally understand how difficult it can be to accommodate for a peanut allergy, but I have a new perspective on it now. Please, please, please...if you know of someone with a peanut allergy, put the goodies away for their safety. When they are not around, enjoy your Reese's (and invite me)!

We Bought a House

Oh the stories I could tell about our living situations over the past 5 years! I have blogged about a few of them. Chris and I moved into our first apartment in Knoxville after we got married in 2010. Since then, we have shared 4 homes, moving every summer except one (summer 2012). We are moving again this summer, but this time, we are staying a while! The housing market is absolutely insane right now. Houses would go on the market in the morning and have a contract that night. We were very fortunate to find our house when we did and for everything to go relatively smoothly in the closing. I've never been a fan of "#blessed", but after so much upheaval in our lives, especially with housing, this house is a blessing straight from God.

She was waving.

That should about catch you up. There have been many trips, parties, late nights, early mornings, dance parties, tears, and fun over the past 8 months, but we are absolutely loving our new life as parents. We love Mt. Juliet. We love our new jobs. We love our little girl. I'm going to attempt to blog more often. Caroline's sweet and sassy little personality promises some great stories. So many new adventures ahead!

2 am

This is my beautiful, sleeping machine.

She has been a champion sleeper since the day she was born. (Thanks, Chris.) She started sleeping through the night at 6 weeks old. She takes 4 naps a day. Often, I just lay her in bed and she falls asleep without crying. But she is still a baby and has off nights--won't fall asleep, wakes up every few hours, up before the sun. It only happens once in a blue moon.

Last night was one of those nights.

It started with bath time, I think. Or the squash she had earlier. Or the skipped evening nap. Who knows. This is where the mind games start for me, though. Trying to figure out where we went wrong.

Everything was going great. She ate her bedtime meal, fell asleep, and I gently placed her in her crib. Party time! I head back to my room to show Chris this ridiculous shirt I found in my closet. We laugh and discuss whether I should keep it or not, when WAAHHH. Uh oh. Baby is awake. No biggie, this happens. I pick her up and rock her back to sleep in less than 5 minutes. As I gently lay her back in bed, she startles again and this time, she looks up at me with her big, brown eyes looking so sad. I still didn't think much of it and decided to let Chris rock her to sleep this time. It usually takes about 5 minutes and will give me a chance to finish getting ready for bed.

I was wrong.

15 minutes later, she is screaming while Chris frantically tries to calm her. Since Chris has work in the morning, I offer to take her and let him sleep. Caroline and I settle into our nighttime rocking chair routine of singing UT's alma mater and patting her bum. But it isn't working. I'm a cool, collected mom so I don't panic. We try different positions, different songs, different blankets. It isn't working. 30 minutes goes by and she is still screaming. I check her diaper, take her temperature, try feeding her again. I'm now boarding the train to Crazy Town.

So I start praying. "Please, Jesus. Let her sleep." Over and over. There's something about a baby's cry in the middle of the night when you're exhausted and your back hurts because you have to sit at a funny angle in the rocking chair so your little short legs can reach the ground that sends you right over the border into Crazy Town.

I seriously start contemplating calling the pediatrician to ask the following questions:
"Is my baby dry drowning?"
"Can squash send your baby into anaphylactic shock with no symptoms?"
"My baby has burped really big a few times and has a booger. Should we go to the emergency room?"

Hello, Crazy Town! I'm your new mayor.

I was very fortunate that I did not experience postpartum depression after Caroline's birth. However, if postpartum anxiety is a thing, I definitely had it. It only lasted a few weeks, but it was scary. I constantly thought Caroline was dying. She made a lot of funny, snoring noises after she was born, and I would sit by her cradle all night to make sure she was breathing. I later learned this was normal, but you wouldn't have been able to convince me of this in the moment. The only thing that helped me sleep at all those first few weeks was Jesus. I don't say that as a joke or to Jesus juke anyone. The ONLY way I could let Caroline out of my sight and go to sleep was to pray that Jesus would sleep in the cradle with her and breathe every breath with her. Then I had to believe that He actually did it. And He did.

It was total surrender that I cannot be responsible for this child on my own. I cannot meet any of her needs on my own. Only Jesus can keep her alive. The memories of how Jesus saved my sanity in those early days came flooding back right as the 2 am breakdown loomed.

Just being there for Caroline and letting Jesus do the rest takes a lot of pressure off.

After 4 hours of on-and-off crying, Caroline finally started to settle. I still don't know why she was upset last night, but I held her until she felt better. Those big, brown eyes eventually closed and we got a little sleep. She uncharacteristically woke again at 5:15, but after a quick meal, she easily fell back asleep. Granted- we were sleeping together in the guest bedroom at this point, but anything to make her feel better.

I'm sure this won't be the last time I'm up all night with a baby. We may do it all over tonight. 2 am is a lonely time in a dark room. But it's comforting to know I'm not alone.

And only a little crazy. Right? Other moms have visited Crazy Town at 2 am, too? Just me then? Okay.

Unemployed

First things first. How adorable is this side-by-side? My twins.

Today is my first real day of being a stay-at-home mom. I've been home with Caroline since she was born in March, but I was on maternity leave and then just a regular teacher on summer break. But today, my friends and coworkers went back to school, and I did not. I still woke up at 6:00 am, but instead of getting ready for work, I fed my baby, got peed on, played pat-a-cake, and snuggled. The mom life.

Today, Miss Baby turns 5 months old! Life has changed so much in 5 months. Chris and I have switched roles in our family. Chris is now the sole provider, while I take care of the home. Caroline is settling into our family as if she's always been here. She's so happy. All. The. Time. Seriously, she's never sad. When she's tired, she squeals to keep herself awake. At nap time, we just lay her in her crib, and she goes to sleep. When she wakes up, she laughs and coos until we come get her. I don't know how I got so lucky, but I thank God every day for this precious gift. She's a glimpse of Heaven.

We do have a small prayer request for her. She's still a little tiny. Her doctor diagnosed her with reflux and put her on a special medicine (made by an apothecary...ye olde Prilosec). He also encouraged us to start solid foods to help get calories in her. She's gaining some weight, but not nearly as fast as she should. When we met her new pediatrician in Mt. Juliet, he also discovered she still has a slight heart murmur. She had this when she was born, but the doctor on call in the hospital said it had disappeared when we were discharged at 2 days old. Her current doctor assured me that a very faint heart murmur is nothing to worry too much about, but since she also presents with slow weight gain, it could signify a potential problem. Of course, it's also possible that she's perfectly fine and has just inherited my tiny 5'0" genes. But we still pray that she will continue to grow big and strong and stay her happy, healthy self.

Chris and I are adjusting to life in Mt. Juliet. We absolutely love it. It has everything we need with no traffic! We are getting involved with a local church. We are beginning to meet people and can't wait to build new relationships. I think moving has been more of an adjustment for me than for Chris. Staying home with Caroline is a dream come true, but it can be very lonely when you're in a new town and limited by a small baby. If anyone has any ideas for mommy-baby activities, send them my way!

Some more baby blooper pictures, because they are quickly becoming my favorites:

And a classic. Mid-sneeze:

So Many Things

Well I haven't blogged in a while, but I'm not sorry. I have a baby.

Actually, we have been so busy these past few months. I have joked that I feel busier and more tired than I did when I was working full time. A recap:

March

• I had a baby.

April

• Traveled to my parents' lake house with Caroline for the first time. She did so great on her first overnight trip. We learned she does not like when Mommy eats greasy food.

• Chris took the Physical Therapy Licensure Exam and ROCKED it. 

May

• Chris graduated and officially became Dr. O'Brien!

• We traveled to Atlanta for Matt and Karen's wedding!

• I went back to work for the last week of school.

• We went back to the lake house, and I caught a fish as big as Caroline.

June

• We went to Knoxville. <3

• We celebrated our 4th wedding anniversary.

• Caroline traveled to Mississippi for the first time. Sarah and I made this:

• We moved to a new house in Mount Juliet.

[no picture. sorry, stalkers.]

• Chris started his first job as Dr. O'Brien, PT, DPT.

July

• We traveled to Tupelo for Matt and Stephanie's wedding.

• We went to Lake Week[end] with Chris' extended family. I somehow managed to take no pictures, so here is an adorable picture of Caroline from today:

That should bring us up-to-date. Life is so fun right now. Except that the IRS is still after us. There have got to be richer, more interesting people actually breaking the law. WHHYYY. Sorry, we really are enjoying life. Chris loves his job. It's so refreshing to have him come home feeling energized. I'm adjusting to the stay-at-home mom life. It's a lot busier than I thought. 

Caroline is a joy. Seriously. I miss her when she takes naps and look at pictures of her when she goes to bed. She can roll across a room, spin 360 degrees on her tummy, and "talk" all day. She takes 3-4 naps a day and sleeps 9-10 hours at night. She's still breastfeeding. 

Two weeks ago, we went to the doctor for her 4 month appointment. She had not gained as much weight as she should have. The doctor thinks it could be genetic-related, since her mother is part ginger pygmy, or the fact that for a while, our house looked like that Family Guy episode where they all take ipecac.

She's on medicine for reflux now and has started some solid foods to see if that helps her gain weight. If not, she will be officially diagnosed as a ginger pygmy, too. 

I believe that's everything going on with us. I am feeling this intense need to hang posters on walls and label desks. It's very weird to not be going back to school this fall, but I'm looking forward to spending time with my baby girl and actually trying the 8,234 things I've pinned on Pinterest. So if any of my teacher friends need help in their classrooms, holla at your girl. 

How a Baby Taught Me I Am Beautiful

I have always struggled with self-confidence and body image issues. I am quick to point out all my flaws--my pasty skin, crooked toes, crooked teeth, just barely tall enough to ride roller coasters..to name a few. In fact, Chris and I's first big "fight" was because he was lovingly telling me short jokes, and I was super offended. That fight had nothing to do with Chris and everything to do with my ever-plummeting self-confidence. I realize that most things I (and you, for that matter) notice in a mirror are literally unnoticeable to everyone else. But it doesn't stop me from noticing...and caring...and whining.

Then I had a baby. Childbirth is THE most disgusting thing in the world. I saw some pretty ugly things on March 4, 2014. Unfortunately, Chris saw some even uglier things. Whoops. But then we saw the most beautiful thing we've ever seen.

1 minute after birth

She changed everything.

She was so gorgeous. She had perfect skin--so tan and even. Her eyes were deep blue (though they are dark hazel now), and her eyelashes would make any grown woman jealous. She had soft, auburn hair. She was perfect in every way.

And I realized that this beautiful creature had come from me.

God had used parts of me to make a beautiful new creation.

I am beautiful. I always was.

Nothing about my body is quite the same it used to be. I probably won't be wearing a bikini this summer. But it's okay because my body did a beautiful thing. It housed and nourished a little girl, and now it feeds her perfect nutrition. How beautiful.

But this is not a blog post about how a woman's body changes after childbirth. It's about how a baby can make you realize that none of those little imperfections matter. In fact, they were never really imperfections in the first place.

I see my daughter's shiny red hair and know that she wouldn't have that if I wasn't the pasty ginger I am.

I tickle my daughter's beautiful feet and tiny baby toes and realize they are my own. They don't look so ugly anymore.

I hold my daughter's little hand and recognize those little fingers. They are soft and delicate, instead of short and stubby.

All her smirks, raised eye brows, open-mouth smiles, and tiny, toothless grins remind me that she is both beautiful and MINE. All I see is perfection. She will probably pick herself apart when she's older, and I probably won't see what she's talking about. So how much more so is it important that I teach her how beautiful she is by showing her how beautiful I am? Not that stare-in-the-mirror, look-down-on-others beautiful. Not that ignore-the-imperfections beautiful. But the kind of beautiful that understands 1) we are all made by God, 2) God doesn't make mistakes, 3) therefore we have no imperfections, so 4) we are beautiful and always have been.

Inner beauty will always be more important than outer beauty, but if you've ever been a person, you know that the way we look DOES matter to us. The way we see ourselves affects the way we feel about ourselves and treat others. I want my daughter to know she is beautiful. I want her to teach others that they are beautiful too. She's already off to a great start by teaching me.


Happy 2 months old, Caroline Rose!

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