Lucy was all dolled up for Easter, lovely dress, adorable sweater, gold shoes (every girl should have a paid of gold shoes, I do)... but then Daddy gave her a mandarin. Hence the orange stains. Ah well, mandarins are terribly difficult to resist, no?
Earlier last week Rob had to take the day off of work (*had* to because he left his car keys in my car, so stranded at home he was) so he and Lucy had a Daddy and Me Day. Hair was not brushed, dirty shirt was worn, stairs were climbed, the yard was explored, ice cream was eaten for breakfast...you know, the usual.
I know I've been all pictures and very little substance lately, I'm just so damn tired. So to make it up to you and to, if you're still out there, I'll be doing a fab little giveaway this Friday with My Baby Rocks which is pretty much the cutest little line of punk baby clothes out there. So stay with me, will you?
"Certain is it that there is no kind of affection so purely angelic as of a father to a daughter. In love to our wives there is desire; to our sons, ambition; but to our daughters there is something which there are no words to express. "