Sometimes the very notion of something fitted and something directly touching my skin and creating any friction is repellent. On those days I turn to loose, flowing layers and gentle, soft fabrics. If something must touch my skin it better be a soft and serene graze.
I don’t think it’s a coincidence that on those days I also reach for florals, cozy blankets, tea, and comforting books. Sometimes our adult thick skin wears a bit thin and we need to feel safe and comforted. A lazy walk with a cute little girl doesn’t hurt either.
Andrew was working on fixing the window in Baby Girl’s room.
She decided to show off by climbing into her crib. Once inside she wanted out.
Andrew, knowing she was well contained in there, kept delaying and putting her off.
When he finally lifted her out of the crib and set her down.
She looked him right in the eyes, gave him a big smile, and smacked him a good one on the arm.
Then she ran off fully satisfied that he got his comeuppance.