Kylie shopping for Operation Christmas Child. It's difficult for her to but things for others and not get anything. She did well, though.
We then went to Cub. Kylie's obsessed with loose teeth and everyday seems convinced she's about to lose a couple. We were at the deli counter and the man helping us smiled, showing that he had far from a full set of teeth. "Mom, he's got loose teeth!" (I'm thinking "no. He hardly has teeth. KEEP WALKING!") I'm fairly certain we were far enough away that he didn't hear.
There she is staring at that hand again. This personalized sleep sac was a gift! "Sophie- perfect in every way." I agree;)
This folks is why I workout the way I do. Homemade bacon maple popcorn. I made it for the mister thinking I wouldn't really like it. Wrong, I are over half of it. Yum-o.
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