Friday, March 15, 2013

tired friday.

her beauty.  those eyelashes.

her silliness.

larry boy getting fed through his g-tube.

doing her 24 hours.

i am not a fan of this stuff on my head.
look at all these cords i have to play with.

'what are you doing lady?'

'you're welcome, mama, for making sure you didn't forget i was here all. night. long.'

thankfully, papa let me go back to bed for a bit when i got home, and gave her a bath to get the rest of that junk out of her hair.  and now, we wait.

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