Mistaya, Tabitha and Penelope.
My darling girls taken tonight in our back yard as they tried out the spider man water side.
Too tired to go out tonight so Peter and I decided to stay in the same room together for half an hour and let that count as a date. We flopped down at the Zen Cafe in our living room. The place was pretty nice–each got to lay back on a leather sofa and let it rip (JK or maybe not). Though they ran out of ice for Pete’s pop and my rhubarb muffin was slightly frozen in the middle. The kids wandered in and out at their leisure and Pip built towers with her blocks on the floor.Some times it’s the little things that get one exhausted: the viscous dog that nearly jumped threw it’s jeep window in an attempt to shred me as I buckled Pip into her car seat–in the chapter’s parking lot. And how my pallet of paint flew from my table and landed on my calf and then I stepped on it–covering me oil paint. Oh well, the Zen Cafe wound me down for tonight. Pip is crying in her crib as I write this because she’s thrown her blankets and soother on the floor for the 2nd time already tonight and I am trying to ignore her.
theresa_hart
Those girls are going to enter adulthood with so many fabulous portraits of themselves that they’ll think they are movie stars. Imagine the pressure they’ll be under to document their own children’s beauty.