Before and After

I sometimes live in a fantasy world.

A world where I drive a hot pink jeep (always been a dream of mine), have the hottest tan ever, live in a sea-side mansion, and have a butler named Reginald Fartington who caters to my every whim.

But in real life, I drive a mini van, am butt white, reside in a shoe box, and the closest thing I have to a butler is my self-cleaning oven. (While I'm on the subject of self-cleaning ovens, last night Luke almost killed us all when he boiled something in a pot and forgot to add water. Smoke alarms... flames... the works. It was awesome. Oh, and it was while the oven was cleaning itself. See how I tied that in...?)

ANYWAY, in my little fantasy world, I have a nasty little habit of giving everything an imaginary make-over. And I have slowly but surely become obsessed with "Before and Afters."
I love when people get makeovers. I love when houses get remodeled. And I love seeing things more beautiful than they were before.

And somewhere in this category, I also love seeing the way my children change from year to year.
It's a "Before and After" all it's own.
And so, I am bringing to you for the first (but not the last) time, my very own edition of "Before and After."
(For the whole "before" post, click here.)


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Oh, and just for the record, I love my life.
Someday I'll get a tan.
My shoe box is cozy.
And I think a butler would do nothing more than cramp my style.

Although the jeep I would take.