I started to include a photo of Ellie's newest project, head on end of couch, feet on ottoman, wearing nothing but her cupcake panties, making a "windy bridge," but I decided decency laws may prohibit such things.
While Wes is tailgating and Harry is snoozing (thank goodness, he figured out how to pull up and sort of army crawl all this morning; another two hours and he'll have mastered the Georgia playbook and learned the fine art of krumping), Ellie and I have remained in our pjs allegedly "cleaning the house." Imagine my suprise when she stripped to her skivvies and began the nude olympics.
We (meaning she) have built a naked bridge (windy bridges being wobbly, straight bridges being, well, straight), played solo naked leap (red eyed tree) frog, performed a naked interpretive dance, and layed in the mud room foyer to do a little naked sunbathing where its sunny, but not outside, so its not 10 degrees, because when it's 1o degrees we need mittens and hers don't fit.
She is currently sticking all of her National Geographic trading cards strategically into the waistband of the cupcake panties so that she sort of resembles a yellow daisy with monkey faces on it. I really should go clean the house, or make that mimosa out of flat champagne and leftover breakfast oj.
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