I know, right? I must live under a rock. BUT...
Everyone else is doing it so why not me? I have lots of happy stories and many beautiful baby pictures that I love to show off. So why not expose myself to a bigger audience?
So here we are. My first blog, which so far has been about nothing. Kinda like the journal I keep for Nikki. It's a pretty sparkly silver blank notebook with stickers that spell out NICOLINA down the binding. My aunt gave it to us as a gift and Dean and I love to write notes to our little girl and ask others who love her to do the same. I can't wait to someday give it to her, though most of the stories are much like this one. About nothing.
I'm a lucky lady. And I love Frank Sinatra. I know the song is about personifying the phenomena as a promiscuous girl, but not to me. You see, I'm narcissistic sometimes (don't judge- you are too) and I like to think the song is about me. Not the promiscuity, but the name. I'm lucky- I have an incredible (totally incredible) husband and a baby girl that stops traffic with her adorableness. See?
< So, I am Lady Luck. Narcissistic? Perhaps. Do I care? Nope.
Everyone else is doing it so why not me? I have lots of happy stories and many beautiful baby pictures that I love to show off. So why not expose myself to a bigger audience?
So here we are. My first blog, which so far has been about nothing. Kinda like the journal I keep for Nikki. It's a pretty sparkly silver blank notebook with stickers that spell out NICOLINA down the binding. My aunt gave it to us as a gift and Dean and I love to write notes to our little girl and ask others who love her to do the same. I can't wait to someday give it to her, though most of the stories are much like this one. About nothing.
I'm a lucky lady. And I love Frank Sinatra. I know the song is about personifying the phenomena as a promiscuous girl, but not to me. You see, I'm narcissistic sometimes (don't judge- you are too) and I like to think the song is about me. Not the promiscuity, but the name. I'm lucky- I have an incredible (totally incredible) husband and a baby girl that stops traffic with her adorableness. See?
< So, I am Lady Luck. Narcissistic? Perhaps. Do I care? Nope.
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