This weekend, the Junior Miss will be immortalized in ink, if you know what I mean. Twice. Once on mama and once on her dad.

Her new trick, the reach and grab, has been expanded to include her Momo. Especially his long ear hairs. It's so sad for him that the only reason I am thinking to wash and brush him is because she's touching him now. Poor Momo.

Last night we took a walk just as the stars were coming out and Bill told me that when he was little he would bury his face in his mom's neck and say "Me no like stars!" say it together now....ahhhhhhhhhhhhh. Appropriate to the conversation Junior Miss was wearing her aurora borealis bunting from book club auntie Lin!