No we aint the Duggars. Although I still get people coming to this blog that are looking for them. I can see why you would confuse Duggar with Dugan!

But I have only three children. Three. Not 19.

But the other day I had SEVEN.

Six girls, and one boy.

Don’t feel too sorry for the one boy though. My boy. He actually spent most of the afternoon at a friend’s house, and rumor has it, he ate Burger King. I love fast food. So does the boy.

Don’t feel too sorry for me either, because for the most of the afternoon I had help, a friend came over and helped with the madness, armed with mochas. Thats the best amo for seven kids.

Seven.

They were so beautiful. The girls all played very well. And there were only a handful of times I had to hold the babies. At the same time. Both crying and pulling my hair, and pinching the other’s face. Sweet.

I absolutely soaked in my friend’s daughters. They are just as beautiful as their mama. Which by the way, i wish we had more time to catch up. But with seven kids, conversation isnt exactly possible. Not deep conversation anyways.

You would think that between 7 kids, I wouldn’t have time to pull out my camera. But what can I say? I am obsessed with beautiful babies.

And these babies are of the prettiest kind.

Thanks girls for melting my heart into a big puddle all over the floor. Your girls Sarah are the sweetest of sweet. I love them! And I love you!