Sometimes you just gotta whine a bit. It's human nature. Most of the time I try to
suppress it and be super cheerful but every once in awhile it comes out. I MISS THESE PEOPLE.

And this one.

And this one.

Luckily, I have these people to soothe the soul.

Everything Charlie does----Clara wants to do also.

Quite a case of hero worship. Why is
Gramma's bed so appealing to kids? When I got in to bed that night I found Charlie's socks. . . . .and some fruit snacks lovingly left behind. Sigh. . .life is good.
2 comments:
I'm gonna go ahead and blame those fruit snacks on Clara.
Did I mention I wanna be just like you when I'm a grandma? I'm gonna put your picture on my fridge so I don't forget.
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