At her art show. The person “embracing” a picture of Eden is me. Yep. That old, haggard looking lady is me. I need some work. Real bad.
No one in this house seems to understand the concept of personal space. No one.
This little one was up a TON one night and she literally laid there watching Curious George because (even though she just woke up) she was exhausted.
I was left alone to grill the other white meat. I burnt the heck out of them but managed not to blow myself up and deemed the meat edible.
Just a baby in a sun hat. ‘nuf said.
Sometimes I let the kids push Nora around. It’s a win for all parties involved.