Here's an outfit Moreah put together from some newly acquired items. She decided that the pink blazer looks sharp with the black-velvet bodiced shiny gold dress. I think she's on to something.
Here's the requested picture of her new bike. We went on a nice walk the other day with Grandma Carol and pictures were taken of everything. Please disregard the frost-blasted vegetation in the background... I'll get to it eventually!
Moreah with little sister Onika. Why is Mo. looking so grownup to me?? She's only 8 for goodness sake! Well, for a couple of months more... Ok, so she's almost 9. Ugh.
Moreah apparently doesn't think I hold Vignette enough.
The second she squeaks, someone comes along and scoops her up.
My favorite part is when they give me a reproving look, like "Sheesh, Lady! It's a wonder any of us made it to solid foods with the way you ignore your babies!" I know, I know. I'm so neglectful.
