Fair word of warning: the next person who compliments my "boys" will get a super special prize. And by super special prize I mean a throat punch. "TWO BOYS? You've got your hands full!" (Oh yes, because wouldn't a boy and a girl be such a total breeze?) The last straw was the old lady in the airport who told me she was in the "exact same position" because she "had twin boys, too!" Oh. Really? Did you cross dress one of yours in a floral shirt and silver flower sandals, too? FAB. What do I have to do, get her a hairpiece? Poor V.
I hauled my camera all the way to California and took pictures all of ONCE. At the zoo, where I decided I want a raccoon. (They have cute little baby hands!) We did a million other things while we were there, but I doubt you wanted to see pictures of my In n' Out burger or my DryBar blowout or the forty five times Mommo took the kids to the park. Or did you? Sorry.
|arriving at "the zoom"|
|and now, because they're budding animal hoarders, my kids want a goat.|
vivi wants a pink one, bug wants an orange one.
grandpa said he might make it happen.
(only if the goats are living at his house.)
|they're in one picture! together! not blurry, even!|
you can hardly even notice the goat in the background.