Child in pajamas (at 11am), dog underfoot, groceries spread about, and the
kitchen baby food factory looking anything but camera-ready. Puffs, baby bottles, sink full of dishes, cookbook open, and behind the lens- an unshowered ponytailed mama. A rainy Monday tailor made for staying inside and embracing domesticity.
I suppose shopping sprees and grand fetes do make for better TV than a messy suburban kitchen. Ah, well. I'd take this version of reality any day. Not that I'd turn down a shopping spree. I'm domesticated, not dead.
And just for the fun of it, a few pictures of A from the weekend. Who is this super-sized child and what has he done with my baby?