Last night, I went in to check on Nyla and shut her nightlight off, but I couldn't find her anywhere. Eventually, I found her -- she had put all her blankets in her football toy chest, climbed inside, and fallen asleep. Wyndee and I shared a chuckle over that one.
The disturbing moment -- Nyla jumped on Wyndee's belly and said, "You don't have a baby anymore. I killed it, actually." Creepy.
Also, we bought a minivan (used). Pictures to come.
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