This is all my own fault for eating too much food, but I am lying in bed trying to breathe. Reaching the keyboard is tough, so I’m just going to throw up pictures today.
Lydia and Mary see Abe give me massages all the time, and Lydia has become addicted to them too. This morning she scored an hour-long massage that went like this: Back, feet, back, feet, back, feet. (“Mama, do my feet now!” “Okay, Mama, I’m ready for you to do my back again.” Etc.)Chelsea invited us to her art group at 10 am. The girls made firework stamps out of straws and then paint-stamped fireworks on paper. Then they poured glitter over all of it. They had fun.
In Chelsea’s yard.
And Abe took these funny-face pictures while he got the girls ready for bed.
