This is the view fro my window o Sunday. Those black blobs are police officers. Dozens of them. They were breaking up fights between Pro Israel and Pro Palestine groups. Some men were thrown on the cold pavement and handcuffed. It was a surreal birds-eye view.
My running partners. Note Avery's socks. They must be outside our she will keep pulling her pants up to see the cat and say "meow." They also get a blanket and then we are good to go. It takes us, oh, twenty minutes to get everything in order to g out for a run.
Love me, love my piles. These are my gym clothes, which I keep in this basket int he bathroom. My pants and tank tops and socks and those sport bras in a tangled mess. It makes it very easy in the morning. Notice I favor the dark colors.
January 6, 2009
These are my legs and what I love about this picture is that it looks like you could drive a truck through my thighs. Rest assured that one can't drive a truck through my thighs. It is a crazy optical illusion.
After two years of trying the not-so-old-fashioned way, which consited of eight IUIs, three IVFs, two miscarriages, one ectopic, a couple of chemical pregnancies and a ridiculous amount of heartbreak/ache, Nicole and I are finally moms to twin girls. Life is amazing, difficult, challenging, fulfilling and everything in between. This blog focuses mainly on the in-between feelings.