There's my brutal, blatant honesty for the day. On to the bright sunshine - I have one perfect pumpkin (By the way, if I ask him who Mommy's pumpkin is, he tells me, "Mino." If I ask him who Daddy's pumpkin is, he says, "Mommy."), and I'm about to add a second to that number. So whether my back hurts, I'm throwing up all day long (oh yes, there's still that), or crying for no reason, life always gets sweeter.
|Enjoying a chill moment in the Cars robe and the Cars chair. Can you make out the child in all that?|