I haven’t been spending much time tending to this ol’ blog, and it’s looking as neglected as my bikini line. Time to do something about both. Mercy.
Morning at the market. Fresh lettuce, a loaf of sourdough, a cup of coffee, and some tomatoes rammed into the bottom of the stroller. The girls take it all in, the buskers, the hippies, the produce.
Oh, this child.
She is so angry, so strong-minded, so hilarious, so frustrating, so quirky, so wild, so two.
Her favourite food is meat on a bone: drumsticks and ribs.
The sun was shining all weekend, the chocolate was in abundance, and we even scored a family photo with 4/5ths of the members looking at the camera and sort of smiling!
Egg hunts, turkey, fancy dresses.
Yesterday I snapped two photos of the older girls that captured them perfectly:
Avelyn: nose-wrinkled smirk, happy, eyes full of wonder and fun.
And….Karenna:
Caged beast, bared teeth, bruiser.
Send help.
This is the face of a kid with a story to tell:
We got her some bangs cut as a weak attempt at shielding her war wounds:
Just another Saturday.