Grandma Rosy kidnapped Lilly this week. Michael and I don't know what to do with ourselves. After the first hour the joy of freedom faded and we were sitting there staring at each other saying how much this sucks. We got a lot done though, so I suppose that is a plus.
Here's the belly... looks the same to me. I know I look tan, but I think its the lighting because there is no way I'm dragging my giant butt outside to sweat in this weather (95 degrees today) just for a tan.
Down on the banks of the Hanky Panky
Where the bullfrogs jump from bank to banky
With a Flip Flop, Ooop Op
One missed the Lilly Pad and went Ker-Plop!