Tuesday, August 17, 2010

If I were to have to choose just one word for her; boots.

What can I say. The girl just has a thing for boots. No matter that it is 102 degrees out or that we are at home with no plans to leave. No matter. She will be styled. And she will change this look approximately fifteen more times before she goes to sleep.
Oh, and she will poop on the carpet somewhere in the house. Then to make matters worse she will try to clean it all up by herself. I usually become aware of it once she runs out of towels, books, stuffed animals or zu zu pets to wipe it up with.
Hard to stay mad at her for long because she just rocks the ankle boots so well.

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