I will be M.I.A. tomorrow being the ever-supportive wife and attending my husband's quarterly meeting. It's an ambitious endeavor... that is, to gather myself (showered, dressed and with makeup), gather a 2 year old and his overnight gear and meet my Dad in Flower Mound to deliver Nash to them by 8:15/8:30a. I think I can... I think I can... I think I can... oh wait. I have no choice. ;P
But, before I turn off my laptop and snuggle down in my sheets to enjoy the leftovers of the hail storm, I wanted to boast with joy that -- NASH ATE FRUIT TODAY --
No, no, wait... he actually took an apple from my hand and went to town. As I said to a friend, "pigs are flying at my house today". And so they were... here's the proof:
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