Las Vegas Mama

Violet got sick these last few days, and sleep has been patchy at best. This morning, Rose decided to add to the sleeplessness by waking up for the day at 6am. Painful. Phillip took Rose out of the room and kept her with him while he got ready for work and fed Ivy, and then he kissed us all goodbye and went marching off in the world to bring us home some bacon. I finally dragged myself out of bed, and walked into the kitchen to find this: Um, those are tiny little boxes!! I know what's in tiny boxes...tiny shiny things! I am like a crow. Not in that I am creepy and I hop in slow motion, but in that I love shiny things. I opened it all up (the card was propped up in the back by a box of chocolate), and you know what? I suddenly didn't care that I hadn't slept. I am married to the best husband ever.  You can't see it on the card because the chocolate (raspberry filled, my fave) is blocking it but the girl is holding a knife. Ha! He knows me well. For the ...