Been kind of slammed. Was involved in a wedding ring recovery plot that left me both rattled and flummoxed. Tough being a solid citizen. Also having trouble remembering to put the washed clothes in the dryer, before they smell like gym socks. So much responsibility.
Hunt for a nanny is on, depressing. Like taking out a second mortgage, hilarity being we don't have a first mortgage. Hoping the deli guys will help with the child care when the time comes.
Baldy has some new tricks. If you put her down on her stomach, she rolls to belly. She can also go belly to back, which I understand is "advanced month four". She's three months, 23". On the lack of development front, she cannot fetch beers solo yet, which we're working on.
She's also dancing a lot.
Little Buddha.
Lord of the sweat shack dinner party:
Finally, the tummy tuck.
Proper post to follow, with hi-tech video evidence of hijinks.
Tacos,
A
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