mamma. engineer. redheaded girl. wanna-be hippie.
How I know the world is ending…
Yet another beautiful sunny day at my house. Yesterday to take advantage of the sun, which seems to have had some sort of argument with the clouds so the clouds are just staying home, we walked down to the creek behind our house. In January. This is unheard of.
And last night I ironed 10 shirts. Toddler shirts. I do not iron, nevermind iron a shirt for a 1 year old.
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How did you get the little monkey down that steep hill? In to paradise!!
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. We were actually more worried I wouldn’t be able to get me and my huge-ass belly down the hill, but it was fine. Had to go to bed an hour earlier, though!
What a cute little man! He looks very at home amongst the trees.
Brave you for getting down there at 7 months pregnant…that’d have been a nasty hill to fall down.
wow I don’t know if I would go down that hill. Between you, Steve and Alex you guys all make it seem very scary. It IS beautiful down there though isen’t it!
Also I’m glad to hear your ironing Ben’s old shirts. They really do look much better ironed. It’s just sad for you that I love the button down shirt so much.