So with Hensley traveling all over the place, ferberizing, teething, and fighting off her first cold, Lish's sleeping was a mess, so I promised her a morning off. We woke up around seven-thirty, and played for a while, but she's figured out I only know about three games. I figured it would be a good time to go out, so we went to baby paradise...Home Depot...in her pajamas...without a bow...sans diaper bag...and covered in what I thought was a blanket, but turned out to be her dirty crib sheet with poo on it.
Lesson learned...when Daddy is responsible for Hensley, she looks homeless.
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