This morning August woke up, yawned.
He looked around,
and couldn’t believe his eyes.
How did I end up HERE, in the big bed? he wondered.
Usually, his accommodations are smaller, more cramped.
We like to call it “cozier,” but he seems to know better.
Stretching out between the high thread count sheets, August knew that it didn’t really matter how he got there. It just mattered that he was there.
Victory!
Cutest!!!!
Good morning and thank you for the smile :)
I wish you guys had at least one cute kid.
Stella: It’s Robbi’s own definition of insanity: continuing to make babies with the same husband and hoping for a different result.
Great baby fix for the day, thank you!