I need a good few days to work through my next post given the emotions are still quite raw. Just thinking about it makes me anxious, and lord knows I've got enough issues at the moment. So, until the summary of doom goes live, here are some updated photos of Little Miss P. Yes, I have become one of those people. My most sincere apologies.
A rare moment of peacefulness. Any similarity to an Anne Geddes photo is purely accidental. Believe me. I know all that's missing is P. dressed as a beet or something.
I like to pretend this is a laugh. I'm sure it's just gas, or else she's squeezing out one of those delightful, noisy yellow poos that she's so fond of.
P. and her friend Brian. I don't know what he did to piss her off, but she's giving him hell for something. Our current caption is, "Brian! You ignorant fool! You shall suffer for this!"
Given it the old two fingers again. Punk 4 lyf and what not...
Ok, that's it. I'm done posting photos until she's 16 now. I promise the next post will include the offensive midwife comment. Brace yourselves.