mulllllllet and commissioned to map out an escape for me
the only thing worse than flared spandex on a mom is highwater flared spandex on a mom
a precious moment, I'm sure
it's a wonder Lucy isn't obese and Julia isn't a rail as she donates all of her calories to the canine
I noticed a heady theme woven throughout our day at home (always at home -- I'm working on garnering some crazy courage to brave the car and public with tyrants in tow -- cautiously pessimistic about the prospect thus far -- I'll keep you posted).
Crazy galore, I know.
Also, much to my horror and amusement, Julia told a barking Lucy to 'shut up' last night right before she robot marched over to my nursing post and stuffed my nursing (breast? gross) pad under her shirt and held it there as she continued to robot march in circles around the room.
I think both she and her mother need to get out more.
maybe tomorrow, maybe not.