Turns out, Stellan really likes food. Imagine that.
I couldn’t resist the shirt. In a typical world, it means something far different than he it might be viewed in ours.
No, I’m not pregnant.
He has a rough life.
A bird has built her nest in my potted begonia. A Google search left me just as clueless as to what kind of birds it is. The eggs aren’t much bigger than jelly beans, and the bird flies out of there so fast you can’t get a look at it.
There’s my week in photos. I got zero photos of the other kids. They didn’t sit with a pork chop hanging from their mouths, nap in the recliner, or even get a new shirt. Poor children.
They did build a fort in the loft of the shed and disappear for hours and hours every chance they got. Elliot made a new record, to my memory at least, with a five and a half hour nap today. She claimed she took two naps and wanted her “dry overnight” treat when she woke up.
She got it. Because… Hello, child napping for five and a half hours on my couch! Dry is very, very good.