Thank you, Frances!

Callie walked all around here this morning pregnant with her favorite giraffe. Wyatt spoke in tongue. He was only willing to meow and use hand gestures. When Brent loaded them up into the wagon to take them and the dogs for a walk, Callie first had to pack up her purse and strap on her princess heels. We joked that God made her out of pink sparkles, princesses, hearts, puppies, and everything else dripping in girliness. Wywy on the other hand was created in a moment of boredom so he was laced with kookiness. My two preciously perfect gifts.

This is a picture of the carefully chosen contents of Callie's purse which were very festive. (Meanwhile, Wyatt was getting her coat and socks... girlfriend already knows how to work the men!)

Anyway, I digress. The purpose of this post is to say THANK YOU to our pal Frances! She sent her Ariel costume to Callie a couple of weeks ago and she was so exited about it that she wore it for several days straight. She looks like kin of that skanky horror Chuckie doll dude with that hot mess of a red wig. She calls the wig, "hairball"... how appropriate is that!?!?

Hugs and kisses Frances and we can't wait to see you next week!