When Lincoln was born, Rachel let us borrow her noisy fan for a few weeks. Once she needed it back, we bought one for ourselves, but it was so quiet! When my mom visited she brought her own fan (we're serious about our fan/white noise in this family, no kidding) and I fell in love. We didn't have to whisper, we could open and shut drawers without holding our breath even! Reason #453 I loved my mom visiting is her fan. And then...she left it with us!! This fan is beat up, old, and super loud. And I love it.
My mother-in-law left me a message yesterday and said a quick "I love you, bye" before she hung up, and it's made me feel like humming a little tune all day. Isn't hearing the "love" word the best?
Today I'm also obsessing over fat baby thighs. And fat baby everything else, really, but the thighs! The little baby legs are killing me lately.
that is so funny about you guys and your fans !!! my hubby's family is the same way, so of course, now i can't sleep without fan noise, either !!!! people think we're nuts because we have a fan on both sides of the bed all year round. :] even brett has two in his room and it helps him sleep through everything going on around him ! glad to know we aren't the only ones who do that. lol
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