I have all of this stuff, meaning work stuff, to do. So it’s unfortunately preemping my planned post. And laundry. But I couldn’t leave you hanging. I know that your soul requires you to see the following:

Thanks goes out to MomBabe, who blessed our household with a tutu for eleven days from now. I’m thinking, in light of her tutu-rial, I’m going to have to get on making some more. Especially since Isobel refused to take this off for anything other than the potty – for eight hours straight.
And just in case you thought I swear so effing frequently and liberally on ye olde blogge, I must be teaching Isobel the same, the answer is No. But watch how genetically ingrained having a fucking potty mouth is. (Sorry for the shoddy lighting.)

