Last night 'mom' and the 2 yr old came over around 9pm. Mom wanted to cut some more cds. What's up with this? Its so important she has to go out in the middle of the night? I have my guess but sharing it would make me sound bitter. While she took FOREVER messing around on the pc I tried to get a candid shot of the two yr old. He wouldn't be still.
Looks like "Little Man" has outgrown these shoes. As soon as he came in he crinkled his nose in his "poor little me, gramma kiss and make good" expression and started gabbering about his feet. We took off his shoes and viola...gramma made it good. Isn't she wonderful?
A fuzzy photo of a tin of Outback Tea sent to me many yrs ago by Karen from Australia. She was quite a woman.
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