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Back home. Exhausted. Delighted to be back in my own bed. Happily watching disc one of the Special Collector's Edition of Gone with the Wind right now (thanks, Bella!) and drinking green tea. Trying to ward off some sort of cold - what do I expect, after a week with 8 kids under the age of 8?
Last week, I discovered a new level of hell: Going to the Olive Garden with 6 toddlers.
I'm pretty sure my niece Grace (who has an alter ego/imaginary self named Lola) is a baby femme. Naturally, I'm doing my small part to spoil her rotten and encourage her little femmeself. I also taught her about pedicures. (She'll be 4 this spring).
Ugh, I just want to crawl back into bed and sleep for about 12 more hours.
Last week, I discovered a new level of hell: Going to the Olive Garden with 6 toddlers.
I'm pretty sure my niece Grace (who has an alter ego/imaginary self named Lola) is a baby femme. Naturally, I'm doing my small part to spoil her rotten and encourage her little femmeself. I also taught her about pedicures. (She'll be 4 this spring).
Ugh, I just want to crawl back into bed and sleep for about 12 more hours.