oh, baby!
There is still all sorts of fall-out from the fire the other day, including my possible eviction and other fun topics. But I'm honestly so completely drained right now that I just can't talk about it. So I'm going to write about babies, instead.
Last Sunday Mike and Rion had a few friends over to meet their six-week-old bundle of love, Dante:
Yum, they tasted like dried apricots!
After snorgling Dante for hours, Rion and Mike told me that he smelled like my perfume for the rest of the night. I'm not sure that Opium is baby-proof, but I guess we'll find out.
I love this shot I got of Mike and Dante. Mike's all, "where did this thing come from?"
After snorgling Dante for hours, Rion and Mike told me that he smelled like my perfume for the rest of the night. I'm not sure that Opium is baby-proof, but I guess we'll find out.
I love this shot I got of Mike and Dante. Mike's all, "where did this thing come from?"
And Rion, trying to wean Dante off the boob so she can occasionally leave the house, looks beautiful:
I am super-excited that Mike and Rion have asked me to babysit, at some undetermined point in the future. Babies make me happy. So it's good that I'm babysitting right now, for Lisa's kids. Margaux, who's 5, called me into her room a bit ago (she was supposed to be sleeping) and said, "Sophie, you're very pretty and I love you very much."
I know she was just trying to stay awake a bit longer, but come on! How could I not fall for it?
I know she was just trying to stay awake a bit longer, but come on! How could I not fall for it?
