Paisley serenely watches our neighbor from her beloved swing as he climbs a ladder and serenely cleans his beloved rain gutters.
Girlfriend had her very first little black eye this week. She got it last Monday morning (after taking a head dive into the ledge that separates the kitchen tile from the hard wood floor in the living room), and you can still see a bit of the bruise. I figured I better document it.
Those Monday mornings I tell ya. Rough.
And if she isn't the just spitting image of her dad right here then I just don't know what.