. . . I think I would have to get someone to watch Meadow.
She’s got that cute thing going for her. Her table manners, though? Now those leave something to be desired.
Being the responsible daughter that I am I decided to give her a quick sink bath rather than carry her milk-chocolate-vanialla-swirl-pudding’d body through my Dads house.
(You can just call me Ms. Responisble)
Meadow could not have been more excited. After a long day of traveling and activity that involved keeping up with her big bro and sis, Meadow was in her element in my Dad’s large (white) sink.
. . . too content?
I commented to my Dad. . . maybe I should take her out, I wonder if. . . .
Too late. The damage was already done.
You can thank me later. . . there are no pictures.
Let’s just say that the Clorox, wipes, toilet paper, and a few other cleaning materials were produced in a matter of seconds. The moment was gone as we tackled the clean-up of her deposits.
Oh, my dainty little girl. I suppose Meadow has a few things to learn before she meets a nice lady like Ms. Oliver.
Note to self: If Ms. Oliver comes to lunch. . . schedule childcare.
We truly are having a great time, but I just wanted to pop in a quick hello and share a story in hopes of making you smile.
Happy Wednesday, Friends!