babymeat convention

If you don’t know what babymeat is, let me show you.

Baby. Meat. Meaty Baby. Babies with lots of delicious meat. Chunkababy.

PURE LOVE.

Tristina and Olivia came to visit yesterday, and we had the BEST time. We (and when I say “we” I mean everyone on Twitter) have called Olivia “babymeat” since she entered the world, pretty much. She is rolls and rolls and rolls of momma-fed goodness.

I mean, really. It doesn’t get much better than this.

Olivia absolutely LOVED Lucy. She just squealed and rubbed her face and squealed and touched her hands and feet and just babbled to her. It was so precious. And then Emma LOVED Olivia. She kept bringing her toys to look at and play with. I think she’s ready for Lucy to start getting more mobile, heh.

They were three of the cutest kids around, for sure!

Clearly, my kids don’t care if the camera’s around … they don’t even bother looking at it anymore. Heck, Emma doesn’t even care if she has hair falling in her face.

The weather was fabulous, and the babies didn’t nap too well in the house, so we all went for a walk … I totally dig the fact that we both wore our babies on our backs, and they both slept like newborns.

(can you spot Emma?)

She was wearing a super cute dress that Tristina made for her … as soon as I showed it to Emma, she said, “Ooh, can I put it on!?!?” Thanks, T! xo

And talk about some gorgeous babywearing … seriously, does it get more beautiful than this?

I did have a little talk with Tristina, though. You know, about starving her baby? ‘Cause that’s just not nice.

Overall, it was the highlight of what is turning into a very rough week. So thank you for that bright spot, you guys. Next time, we’ll come to you.

The end.

{Sorry, Tristina … I couldn’t resist the crying babies.}

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