I have that awful tickly throat sniffly tired-all-the-time feeling. I'd better get some Emergen-C tomorrow. Don't wanna get sick. Too much to do.
Mom swears by Airborne too. Of course she's made me stick zinc up my nose too, so caveat emptor.
The hat is adorable!
So sorry you are awake, vw. Did you go to sleep early enough that this might possibly be enough sleep until you can nap later? Can you nap later?
Can you nap later?
Nope. I've got school and work today. So, I'm gonna go try to squeeze in a few more hours.
Oh no. All my sleep~ma are belong to you for the next few hours.
That is a wonderful hat!
Of course I have no photos of Mal dressed up for T-day...all I have is this: [link]
And the problem with Plei's *-aboo usage (sleepaboo, etc) is that it is stuck in my head, gets used on Mal, and comes out "Malibu."
That's funny, Raq. One of my names for Kara has always been carabou.
Last night Kara asked me to explain the story of Jesus to her, and, whatever one's theology, I thought her summation was pretty cute.
Kara: Oh! I like that Jesus! That's a really good plan!
I'm up to drink my last bottle of magnesium citrate. Tag line on the bottle: THE SPARKLING LAXATIVE.
Kara: Oh! I like that Jesus! That's a really good plan!
BWAH! She's brilliant, that one.
I'm up to drink my last bottle of magnesium citrate. Tag line on the bottle: THE SPARKLING LAXATIVE.
I suppose they need the good advertising?
Of course I have no photos of Mal dressed up for T-day...all I have is this: [link]
Oh, Raq, he's like the happiest baby alive! That grin slays me.
Monkeypants!
Those are awesome!
I made a hat: [link]
Crafty mamma! I love babies in hats. Owen doesn't particularly care for hats--I have to chase him around to keep them on him.
Crafty mamma!
I read that as crafty mammal. Which is true, of course.
Of course I have no photos of Mal dressed up for T-day...all I have is this: [link]
I agree with Cashmere. That is one happy baby. And SO cute!
Kara: Oh! I like that Jesus! That's a really good plan!
So sweet!
Tag line on the bottle: THE SPARKLING LAXATIVE.
Ick. Ick. Ick. That doesn't help.
I have been coughing since I got up 10 minutes ago. This has got to stop. I really need to be at school today.
Deena - you are in my thoughts, SPARKLING LAXATIVE and all.
VW - no coughing ~ma to you.
Ded from the cute babies - both in pictures and words.
I'm up and dressed (ok, jeans and a sweatshirt) and will be headed out to work in a moment. Snot monster is still lingering. Non-productive, soul depleating cough is also still hanging about. Yet as the only employeed adult in the house, off I go. Wish me luck.
Mal is a really cute goofball.