Bloomin'

Because my baby's on a sleep strike I don't have much time today to blog about what I really wanted to: Booty Bling.  I'm sure I can save my thoughts on embellished bums for another day.  I mean it's a super important topic that needs to be addressed, but hey when your baby won't sleep, your baby won't sleep. 

Here is the subject in question. Why won't you sleep?  Are my bosoms in your face?  They're the bane of my existence too, little one.  Actually a half block later she was snoozing, drooling all down my five year old t-shirt.  Notice her cute hat?  Made by a super talented woman named Katie Godfrey.  Thanks Katie!  I didn't even get the cutest part in the shot of her little pink poof on top.  It's difficult taking a picture from this angle.  Yes, I wear my baby around.  I'm one of those mothers.  I don't shave my legs either.  And I just love granola.  Just kidding.  Sort of.  I don't love granola.  Without further ado, this is what we saw on our neighborhood walk. 

I've been trying to figure this out for months.  This particular residence has a three tiered stone wall.  I noticed this stone a couple of months ago.  It intrigued me.  Is there a bluebird in one of the many stones surrounding the house that I haven't found yet?  Or is this message more philosophical?  Like when my English teacher my senior year talked about how his little boys were the "extra frosting" of life. 

 I love sidewalks.  That is all. 

 Oh and Sycamore trees.  Is there any tree lovelier?

Poor pantless baby Katrina. She doesn't seem to be bothered by it though, just chillin' like a villain at the local park swing.