(I always have to start out with pictures of the Sweet, I mean come on...) Morning nap : ) Such a sophisticated sleeper! Okay. The topic of plucking eyebrows is not for the faint-hearted, so please tune in later if you need to. I guess I should clarify: the topic of plucking MY eyebrows is what's alarming. Actually, just my brows in general. I've been aware of my, ahem... problem, since I can remember looking in the mirror and actually caring about what I see. I complained to my glamorous aunt one time when I was probably 13, saying, "but Jennifer, they are CATERPILLARS." She lovingly touseled my hair and said, "Oh not at all Jessie; you have been blessed with the ' Sanders' eyebrows" with a look of admiration and a raised eyebrow (go figure). I remember thinking, "Why are bushy eyebrows a good family trait?" Fast forward: every parent says that once you have children you don't have any time for yourself. I know I ...
Austin, Jessie, Natalie, Stockton, Jack, and Claire (and Mario!)