But time goes on, taking with it my sweet baby boy. Sigh.
The title of today's post is 'Ballers' because the Harmsens are straight up ballin'.
Your eyes do not deceive you. That is most definitely a new pool in the backyard. Ballers! Mike thinks it's all a bit silly and worries too much about the neighbors peeking into our not-so-private yard. Doesn't stop this big bootied Mama from getting in with her baby. We have a ball. Naturally. 'Cause we're ballers.
And on a side note.... WE HAVE A TOOTH!!!
If you need clarification on what it means to be a BALLER (and I'm talking to you, Mom), go to urbandictionary.com and type that jount in.