Leo would grow roots on the beach by my mom's house if only he could. It takes a forced extraction or an abrading tumble to get our boy out of those waves; otherwise, he seeks Zen-style oneness with the surf.
Seriously, look at this boy. He's found his spot. He is calm, centered, and full of self-directed happiness. We may need to spend more time here in San Diego, for Leo's sake (the rest of us would learn to tolerate it, somehow).
The girls each had milestones today. Iz spent the day with her dad at the Vans Warped tour and got to see her favorite group Paramore, and witness exuberantly trashy-mouthed punks play music that, according to Seymour, mostly failed to distinguish bands from each other.
Mali, well, she's going to be hitting up a certain fairy when we get back home next week. I am biased, but FUCK YEAH TEH CUTE.
Mali, well, she's going to be hitting up a certain fairy when we get back home next week. I am biased, but FUCK YEAH TEH CUTE.
Any expletive-generating events in your realm today?
It's great to see Leo! He's loving the waves.
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ReplyDeleteI'm not so biased as her parent. And I've seen Iz in person! She's danged cute.
Cute kids but it's so sad you use this language in talking about them. It really makes you sound like you have no class.
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