I apologize for turning into one of those bloggers who only posts about her dumb kid…especially when I don’t even have a kid. But now that I’m living in Portland, I’m spending a ton more time with Kennedy and I can’t help writing posts about it.
Today, she came over for a visit and I wanted to walk around the neighborhood with her. My sister gave me the Baby Bjorn and strapped Kennedy in before she left. She was correct in assuming I wouldn’t know how to put the damn thing on. Anyway, we got Kennedy in and I think we looked pretty damn good:
At times, Kennedy looked terrified:
But I’m pretty sure that’s just because George is pretty f*cking scary.
As I walked around the neighborhood, I thought about what people thought when they saw me. I’m pretty sure they were thinking that I was trying to walk off the baby weight…which is kind of true. I was trying to walk off my own baby weight. From 30+ years ago. Good times.
After about 20 minutes, I thought my shoulders were going to fall off.
But she’s so damn cute, it’s okay.
What, no nail color?
I know!! I’m so embarrassed. I’ve been pretty hard on my nails the last week…I need to get my sh*t together and paint my nails!!!
She is SO adorable!!