with The Chief:
Squishy. That name is sorta growing on me. Squishy Schooner Kendrick.
Just try and talk me out of it.
At six months I feel:
A lot of rolling and pollying.
The beginnings of wanting to plan the ending
A resurgence of saucy-ness and vivacity.
Nightly nagging legs and feet.
Adoration for the children I have already
(were they always this dishy?)
Hot and sticky.
An unprecedented ability to be distracted.
What was I saying?
(And I do mean lucky Chup.)
Time to start planning! What are you going to wear?