If I wasn't thoroughly enjoying my newfound love of black leggings, I'd be slightly embarrassed that Wren and I are dressed exactly the same this morning.
Oh, and Elin too.
Ok, maybe I am slightly embarrassed...
21 August 2011
01 August 2011
A perfect evening.
Even if most of the day was wasted (inasmuch as finding some peace of mind can be counted as 'wasted') in a crowded ER*, the day ended blissfully.
A walk.
A broken down, old bike found in a back alley and brought home with big plans for a return to glory.
Stealing Picking crab apples.
Some swinging.
Squeals of delight.
And a very loud, very repetitive chorus of 'Best. Fun. Ever.' from the child who isn't afraid to speak her mind.
Like I said, a perfect evening.
*Wren is fine! A small bump that grew into a larger bump overnight is just a cyst and nothing to worry about.
A walk.
A broken down, old bike found in a back alley and brought home with big plans for a return to glory.
Some swinging.
And a very loud, very repetitive chorus of 'Best. Fun. Ever.' from the child who isn't afraid to speak her mind.
Like I said, a perfect evening.
*Wren is fine! A small bump that grew into a larger bump overnight is just a cyst and nothing to worry about.
The ER
Spending 4+ hours in the ER holding a wriggly 9 month old, on a holiday, really isn't that much fun.
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