My favorite mornings are the rare ones where the sun is shining through our back window and I have nowhere I have to be except on my living room floor in my jammies with my two homegirls.
"Don't jump, Piggie!"
Olivia arrived in the nick of time to talk Piggie down, but then accidentally bumped him over the edge.
Poor pig.
It looked like he was going to be ok. . .
. . .until, tragically, the building collapsed on him.
With such mayhem afoot, Emme was more than content to just watch from her new #1 top favorite place to be: in a box.
"You pushed the piggie."
"No, you did."
Peekeboo Emme.
"No, you did."
Too many mornings find us rushing off to this or that, usually more stress and less peace.
I hope to keep more of them looking like this one.
I hope to keep more of them looking like this one.
