Our laundry area is in the garage. I almost always have a certain little pitter patter following me into the garage and around the corner as I wash and dry and hang our mountains of laundry. I thought it was quite odd that Audrey wasn’t under me, and I came around the corner to see this:
A Baby and her baby. Audrey got this little bottle in her stocking. I paid a few dollars too many for it, but I couldn’t resist the disappearing milk. Those bottles hold fond memories of me and my own baby dolls! At this age, Ella nursed her babies as we had just had Audrey and never used bottles. But this was so stinking cute! (And yes, that is a Gator bow and pig pajamas. Lordy.)
Meee! Audrey loves to point to herself and say “Meee” instead of “Audrey.” Stinker!