We're having a bad day. We're still on the hook with our home, and the buyer is a ditz.... the details are boring and stressful. Paul came home, I'm sure wanting to chill and forget the day. We're both exhausted. He walked into a home with both babes crying, Jeanne had just woken up. Instead of complaining himself, he and Jeanne are making forts in our bedroom.
At least one babe can be made happy.
Poor Loki has such tummy troubles.
Jeanne has such a great dad.
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