Today the babies helped me decorate the front of the house (helping is defined as not crying). We got a good bit accomplished, lights on the bushes and larger-than-life ornaments hung with care.
My 'first-born baby' (sweet, sweet Lavender) was not so helpful. Ancient swamp spirits from the wetlands behind our house softly called her name. I let her roam the front yard (my mistake). Instead, she bolted for the woods behind our property. Thirty minutes later she nonchalantly showed up at the front door . . . completely wet and covered in mud.
I opted not to photographer her (one wouldn't want to encourage this behavior).
2 comments:
I have to ask... what is that contraption you have the kids in??? Is it fully enclosed like it looks??
it's a stylish baby jail often marketed as a play yard or potable crib.
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