newest additions to the family!

today was a big day for me and kevin. we welcomed into our family 3 very important additions. in george foreman fashion, i named them all the same thing (although not "george"). here they are:



if you could please take the time to welcome them, we'd appreciate it. i'm really proud of them and they're sooooooo cute! they're even able to stand up all on their own. [in case you're wondering what's monogrammed on them, it's "freedmoon" - a last name nickname some of our friends have given us (ventursons and webellos, you know who you are).]

i haven't yet figured out which one of us these cuties take after, but maybe one day soon they'll start to show their personalities. i'm hoping they'll be more like kevin, who is the tidier of the two of us. but, if they do happen to take after me (somewhat slovenly, prone to occasional personal hygiene amnesia), the good news is these guys are machine washable. how do you like them apples?! i'm also hoping they really like the farmers' market and rainbow grocery, since this is what i have in store for them. (get it? in STORE for them? *STORE*? hahahaha. ok, never mind.)

if you like these totes as much as i do, you can get them from LL. Bean. yeah yeah, i know, buying tote bags from a company based all the way in maine sort of (ok: completely) defeats the purpose of trying to be local-minded and eco-friendly, but what can i say: these bags are CUTE as hell. trader joe's and whole foods bags are ugly as hell. dudes, i tried to talk myself into buying them, i really did. but until "environmentally friendly" and "fashionable" somewhere the twain shall freaking meet, i'm gonna make exceptions. and besides, in this quest to be more "food conscientious," i *never* said i would give up trying to look cute. "hippie chic" is an oxymoron; don't let anyone try to tell you otherwise! [no, aaron, i am NOT going to start wearing hippie-dippie organic cotton clothing.]

and p.s., for the record, kevin is horribly embarrassed by these totes. he vows to never be seen with them slung over his shoulder, or with the monograms facing out. he refused to get in the picture with them - originally, i wanted all 5 of us to be in a "family photo." no dice. he muttered something about "the internet," "damage control," and "over [his] dead body," and that was the end of that "discussion." i'm just glad we talked about it out of earshot from the cuties; otherwise, who knows how much money we'd have to spend for their therapy.