Yes. The days are mislabeled. Just accept it and don't worry about it. I only ever notice when I'm uploading them on to the blog and by that point, I'm not changing anything.
When I think about a collection of perfect pictures from each of my kids' childhoods, there are specific pictures that I dream of.
Pictures of them in their Christmas pjs, jumping into a pile of leaves, maybe covered in frosting from a birthday cake.
All cliche. Almost all of them have been attempted and "failed" in the sense that they are not how I pictured and they are imperfect. But I love them anyway. These are my kids, this is our life. I have a pile of perfectly imperfect photos that I love. But this week, I snatched another picture that I'd been dreaming of.
A few weeks before August was born, I wandered into the Baby Gap and found a little shirt with A is for Awesome on it.
We were planning on naming the baby August, so I bought it for that big letter A. When I bought it, I pictured in my mind a photo of him. Black and white, grinning at the camera, sitting up on his own, wearing that shirt.
When he actually came along, he was huge. I was a bit broken hearted that he definitely would outgrow the shirt before he managed to sit up. But I was wrong! Yes, the shirt is too small, and probably will be retired to the Baby Clothes Box this week. But just before we tucked it away, I got the picture I was dreaming of. It's going up on the wall, guys. And probably the cover of his baby book.
Salted Caramel Apple Pie. (I loved it, but would probably use half the caramel. It was too sweet and too runny.)