As cowbaby with orange whistle.
Dwarfed by the cardboard box a television came in.
Out for drinks.
Worried in the back yard.
Oh snap. Clairey got pwned.
Preparing for her afternoon nap, clearly.
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feathers? flipped up jeans? pouty looks? GAHHH!
And it all went down in only 4 hours.
Her level of adorability should be illegal
How old is she? Because I seem to remember you posting that she was about two, but in my obviously not baby-age-identifying mind she looks about five. Or at least four. Sometimes I feel like she looks smarter than me.
I always feel like she looks smarter than me. And way hipper. Way way way.
Ivy's two, but only for a few more months. Shannon says that she's big for her age but I really wouldn't know. She's still in diapers most of the time, which to my mind equals baby. But then, I'm told I was notoriously difficult to toilet train. So I can't point fingers. Not that I would. I get paid to change those diapers. That poo is gold to me.
Definitely hipper. The hippest of the hip.
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