Instead, I am dressing the body I have. It will be wearing shorts and flowy tank tops or linen button downs, BTW. I would like to score at least one more sundress and have exhausted Old Navy and the mall. I plan to try the fancy mall this weekend.
(I think I going to buy a bikini or 2, too, because fuck it. I am not getting any younger over here.)
Dorothy loves to dress up in aprons. And she smiles on command for the camera.
So, whenever I make cookies in a 385-degree oven, they turn out like this:
The only way I can exercise with the babies in te double stroller is to promise them a park trip after. Today we classed it up by keeping them in their jammies. (I figured the slides would be wet).