Did you ever have one of those days where you are crabby, for no apparent reason? Just everything is annoying or rubs you the wrong way? No? Just me then? Well, today is one of those days for me. You know the worst place to go if you are having one of those days? Facebook. I mean, come on, admit it, there is no shortage of annoying people on facebook. Or maybe annoying status updates is more accurate. And before anyone starts thinking I am mean…I am positive that I have been plenty annoying on facebook, myself, from time to time (FarmVille updates come to mind). But I do work on keeping my annoying updates to a minimum. Vaguebooking is one of the biggest offenders for me. I mean, why even bother posting if it is just going to be something that makes sense to no one but you? Not every thought needs to be shared, people. Really. Unless you are going for the pathetic attention grab. There is always someone who falls for it. The well meaning friends, who never fail to ask, “What’s wrong, sweetie?” or, “Everything ok”. They are the reason the vaguebooking will never stop. Then there are the people who don’t even think twice about dumping all of the private drama of their lives out, in front of their 350 closest “friends”. Because that is always a great idea. Fired again for smoking pot in the breakroom. Missed my check in with my parole officer. Think I am going to get some tequila and drunk text my jerkhole ex tonight. Why doesn’t he love me anymore???? Why????
Of course, there are other offenders, but rather than me continuing my grumpy rant, I am going to direct you to this link, which covers it all better than I could anyway. How To Suck At Facebook
So many times, when women are around newborns, they talk about how it makes them want another baby. There is just something about their tiny, little fingers and toes that causes some sort of biological reaction. Yeah…um….I am not one of those women. 
I am perfectly content with living the rest of my life without ever holding a sleeping baby, of my own again. Never putting another itty bitty hat on a sweet little bald head. Never seeing the first real smile or hearing the first little belly laugh again. Um..yeah…..completely….fine…with… th…
Ok, wait a minute…..I also will never have to clean up another diaper explosion……carry a diaper bag…or chisel hardened teething biscuit from a high chair tray, ever again. I will never walk around all day, with a spit up stain on my back, that I did not even know was there, until the cashier at Target pointed it out to me. Not that that ever happened to me or anything. Ahem.
So, while I am totally not ever going to fall prey to baby fever from holding a newborn, I do think they are pretty awesome. And this one was no exception.
Meet Madison. (Yes, Madison’s mom and dad are in a few of these images too, but, I don’t think it would hurt their feelings at all, if it were Madison that really captured your attention. )
Madison’s mom, Leigh, has just started her own business, making baby blankets and burp cloths, and things, with a military theme. See the quilt she made in the third image up there? Be sure to go pay her a visit at Baby Battle Rattle.
If there is one thing I have learned with these Op:Love homecoming sessions, it is that, when working with the military, scheduled arrival times mean nothing. This homecoming was a rough one. It went long past the time they were expected to arrive. It was cold. It was late. Nothing more sad than a sweet little boy rushing out to meet his daddy…only to have to wait in the cold for well over an hour longer. Poor Angilo. Tired and cold..trying to keep his little self warm with a hand warmer packet. 
But….it all ends up being worth it. In one moment, the cold, and the tired, and the long wait is forgotten….although, it did make me wish my car had a seat warmer. It took hours for my butt to return to normal temperature.
Welcome home, Anthony!
