I love this picture. Anna was 5, Emma was 3, my house was clean and new. There was no cat hair anywhere, because Pearl was still up in cat heaven waiting to be born into this world. Only to shed 15 lbs of fur daily in this once clean house.
on the other hand. This was also a time of endless temper tantrums. Having to pick out a different outfit for Emma to wear every day because there wasn't the luxury of uniforms yet (and this is no easy task with a fashion-loving drama queen on your hands). And lots of Mark traveling and me on my own. And no John M.
Okay, I'll choose now over then.
But they sure were cute, huh?