Pav pics
I need a night off and you need some puppy pics.
We’re starting to have to get CREATIVE if she’s going to be in my lap.
You have at last count FORTY THREE MILLION TOYS. GO PLAY WITH A TOY.
That’s the mattress from a camp bed and we’ve got it folded around the end of the sofa to stop her setting up covert operations under the sofa. I am going to be SO GLAD when she gets too big to fit under the sofa (and under the tallboy at the cottage. I keep stuff under there). Of course she will then be too big to fit in my lap too.
Speaking of toys. And teeth.
Chaos and Mayhem. In a rare in focus moment.
Now if you’d just give me a little boost I’m sure I could make it upstairs. . . .
Let me tell you this really great secret.
We have here books, yarn, a piano and some dogs. Is anything else NECESSARY?
Death by Cute #1
Death by Cute #2
Death by Cute #3
. . . And with that I leave you to rejuvenate yourselves from Crushing Adorableness in whatever way seems best to you. Saltines and ginger ale. Rhinoceros wrestling. A quick reread of CALCULUS: LATE TRANSCENDENTALS. Nighty-night.
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