No, this does not explain anything other than it’s cold enough for polkadot flannel pajamas.
Would sir desire a lesson in posing?
She’s got more strength than the nine-year-old who sat there and ignored all requests to help with the foundation.
Breaking out an old hat of mine and dabbling in Photoshop.
A brief Indian summer that provided the best light of the year.
Someone shook this kid up and then opened the top and she exploded all over the walls.
This doesn’t even come close to making up for stealing my dinner off of the countertop earlier this week, dog.
I love her tiny little hand holding that giant pen and the fact that she isn’t at that moment using it as a weapon.
Marlo is inheriting all of Leta’s pink flannel pajamas. The ones she wore *last* winter.
What? I know I wear my pink tutu whenever I’m raking leaves.