This is a love story.
A love story between me and my diaper bag.
I just have to start off by saying that I am the luckiest girl in the whole wide world.
1. Because I have a great hubby bubby.
2. Because I have stinking cute girls.
3. Because I have my B.F.F. from all of my real B.F.F.'s
My B.F.F. is my diaper bag folks.
My amazing, magical, functional, beautiful ju ju be diaper bag!
I am in LOVE with it!
You see, when I had third trimester insomnia I would stay up late fantasizing about one thing: My diaper bag.
I needed an new one (my old one from the Brinkley days was an old, disgusting, send-it-to-the-thrift-store goner). But I didn't want to settle on just any old diaper bag.
I knew what I wanted in a diaper bag:
It needed to be organized.
It needed to be good looking.
It needed to fit two kids worth of stuff.
It needed to be easy to lug around.
It needed to NOT have the 'black hole' effect (you know, where you shove stuff in and never find it again??)
It needed to be a reasonable price.
That last one was the problem.
I had found the perfect diaper bag... The Ju Ju Be B.F.F.
However, it did not have the perfect price.
I was back and forth everyday deciding whether or not I could actually spend that amount on a diaper bag. I would tell Josh "I am buying my diaper bag today!" and then he would come home from work and ask if I had bought it. The answer was always "no" with a sad face.
Then the dark clouds parted and sunshine entered into my life. My neighbor Laurel knocked on my door and said "I'm ruining the surprise, but I need to tell you not to buy the diaper bag because we are buying it for you."
"We" meaning all of my wonderful, fabulous, generous, thoughtful friends who care so much about me that they all pitched in to buy me this amazing diaper bag!
I waited until Laurel left to start crying my tears of gratitude.
I really am the luckiest girl in the world.
I wear my diaper bag and am reminded that I am loved!
So, I just want to thank you all.
Laurel, Jessica, Bethany, Sarah, Amanda, Cheryl, Paula and Karen.
THANK YOU A MILLION TIMES!
I LOVE my diaper bag! And it loves me.
Darcy appreciates it too...
And yes, you should all be jealous of my diaper bag. It is that cool.
A love story between me and my diaper bag.
I just have to start off by saying that I am the luckiest girl in the whole wide world.
1. Because I have a great hubby bubby.
2. Because I have stinking cute girls.
3. Because I have my B.F.F. from all of my real B.F.F.'s
My B.F.F. is my diaper bag folks.
My amazing, magical, functional, beautiful ju ju be diaper bag!
I am in LOVE with it!
You see, when I had third trimester insomnia I would stay up late fantasizing about one thing: My diaper bag.
I needed an new one (my old one from the Brinkley days was an old, disgusting, send-it-to-the-thrift-store goner). But I didn't want to settle on just any old diaper bag.
I knew what I wanted in a diaper bag:
It needed to be organized.
It needed to be good looking.
It needed to fit two kids worth of stuff.
It needed to be easy to lug around.
It needed to NOT have the 'black hole' effect (you know, where you shove stuff in and never find it again??)
It needed to be a reasonable price.
That last one was the problem.
I had found the perfect diaper bag... The Ju Ju Be B.F.F.
However, it did not have the perfect price.
I was back and forth everyday deciding whether or not I could actually spend that amount on a diaper bag. I would tell Josh "I am buying my diaper bag today!" and then he would come home from work and ask if I had bought it. The answer was always "no" with a sad face.
Then the dark clouds parted and sunshine entered into my life. My neighbor Laurel knocked on my door and said "I'm ruining the surprise, but I need to tell you not to buy the diaper bag because we are buying it for you."
"We" meaning all of my wonderful, fabulous, generous, thoughtful friends who care so much about me that they all pitched in to buy me this amazing diaper bag!
I waited until Laurel left to start crying my tears of gratitude.
I really am the luckiest girl in the world.
I wear my diaper bag and am reminded that I am loved!
So, I just want to thank you all.
Laurel, Jessica, Bethany, Sarah, Amanda, Cheryl, Paula and Karen.
THANK YOU A MILLION TIMES!
I LOVE my diaper bag! And it loves me.
Darcy appreciates it too...
And yes, you should all be jealous of my diaper bag. It is that cool.
7 comments:
And it is super cute.
Yay! I'm glad you like it. It looks great on you. That pictures of Darcy in it is adorable.
I WANT YOUR DIAPER BAG!!! I may just come steal it in the middle of the night. I am so glad you love it though. Cute picture of Darcy in it. It is the most organized diaper bag I have ever seen and I am beyond jealous ; ).
Where on earth was that bag while I was having kids! My diaper bag was considered my purse and it was ugly! I love not needing one anymore(Marty's potty trained!!!)but seriously, I love your BFF. I may just have a kid so I can have one. No, never mind.
I am afraid to ask...
How much?
It is glorious!
i'm glad you are loving it. i love it too. and the picture of darcy in it is my new favorite pic of yours... your so creative!
I really like your diaper bag. Do you think you could teach me how to take pictures so I can have cute memories of my little guy growing up?
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