[Note: I clearly created a misunderstanding. Anna is not pregnant again. I've re-written the post. Geez. Can I screw up or what?!]
My wife. God love her. What an amazing woman. Get ready to hate her.
She's a mom . . . of two; with stair steps less than two years apart. She keeps our house running: shops at the grocery store and Target; researches most purchases online before buying a product (especially bigger ticket items); runs Sofie to storytime at the library, Gymboree and French classes (and procures the scholarships for these activities without which we couldn't do them), as well as to play group and the Church's mom's meetings and outings; pays--er, I mean, juggles and pays--the bills; does laundry and the dishes; and bakes.
That's not the whole list, of course, but you get the picture. Don't hate her yet? How 'bout this?
Our Christmas shopping is nearly done, and nearly all the cards are addressed and stamped and waiting for messages and signatures.
Yep, she's a wonder woman.
I'm in awe.
And love.
Posted by Clifton at November 29, 2005 11:55 AM | TrackBackis there a new announcement, Clifton?
She sounds awesome, I'm not nearly that organized and my youngest is 9. Gulp.
Posted by: Mimi at November 29, 2005 02:46 PMWow. And we don't even have kids. She is a super woman. And great fun to be around, so we couldn't dream of hating her. How bout just plain old inspired :)
Posted by: Susie at November 29, 2005 10:15 PM