oh my ovaries

that time I had a weekend of babies and I was all GODDAMN. goddamn.

2011 is for burning out and making mistakes and punching your life into shape. but sometimes you slow down (from exhaustion) and think about what you want for now, and in the future, and sometimes you have to admit to yourself: ‘all I want is a good home, and a wife. and a children, and some food to feed them every night.’ who will survive in america, etc.

indy figured out the purpose of my bedroom mural with very little difficulty.

I’m pretty tired nowadays. when three-year-olds start covering you in disney princess stickers, I’m hardly going to protest.

I’m just glad she never found the face crayons.

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what with the canada thing, and her living on the west coast, I haven’t seen my half-sister since her wedding four years ago. she’s in town now. if there’s any resemblance between us, I need other people to point it out.

this is my nephew archie. archie. archibald spike maddison. what a name.

this kid needs to stay in sydney with me. we’ll dance to disco and make fire truck noises together for-EVER. or at least until next year, when he discovers girls and becomes the kindergarten ladykiller. fact.