I've totally skipped most of today. I sat and watched three eps of Veronica Mars and caught up on the Daily Show while Owen was at the sitter.
I feel like I'm going to explode.
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I've totally skipped most of today. I sat and watched three eps of Veronica Mars and caught up on the Daily Show while Owen was at the sitter.
I feel like I'm going to explode.
Cash, you may feel icky, but you look fabulous!
You do look a little pregnant there, Cash. But it's the look of tired panic on your face that screams "Run! Run for your lives! I can't hold it in much longer!"
pats Cashmere's belly
You look lovely. and round
Ready for two of 'em yet? I found that a big plus was that they distracted each other and made it easier to get things done. On the other hand, they learn to work as a pack for trouble making.
"Run! Run for your lives! I can't hold it in much longer!"
I swear, I was *just* saying that. DH likes to yell, "She's going to BLOW!"
On the other hand, they learn to work as a pack for trouble making.
So your advice is "divide and conquer"? Or something like that.
Nah, the good comes with the bad. The playing together is great, but sometimes they egg each other on into more trouble making than would happen individually. I get especially worried when they go off someplace and get really quiet.
Just glancing at that photo, I thought you had a small monkey on your shoulder.
Dammit! I just got myself a fudgsicle, popped it in my mouth... and it's an orange popsicle! Which is still tasty, but... can I still have a fudgsicle afterward, or will that just be needless gluttony?