Nolan fell asleep on the way home from Mindy's on Thursday. He woke up long enough to slide to the floor and slept there for at least half an hour. He's clutching "baby lamb" who follows him EVERYWHERE he goes. It's disgusting. I managed to wash it yesterday but he talked about him the whole time. Last night before bed Evan picked him up and he said "I love Mommy and I love Baby Lamb". Poor Daddy.
Little Monkey took a dive face-first into the ground.
And this is where I bit my lip. It bled like crazy and tasted awful. My Mommy remained surprisingly calm and just did a tooth check and sent me back out to play.
Isn't this the perfect capture of summer? Especially the band-aid on the knee.
Check out my tan line. It turned into quite the painful burn a few hours later. And I have a billion +1 freckles. Maybe by the end of the summer they'll all be connected into an even tan. Ha!
Such a beautiful day calls for much better reading material. I was thinking smutty romance but don't seem to have any on hand...it's not generally my thing. However, I did visit the physical therapist that morning and she gave me a nice little graphic* pamphlet titled "sex with back pain". Uncomfortable yet? Have I overshared again? *And by "graphic" I mean bad sketches of people in swimsuits. Because that's how we all do it. Right?