Ruby's crawling is getting out of hand. I now have to be certain that there's nothing on/near the floor in the entire room that could be harmful/harmed before leaving her even to go to the bathroom. It's now even harder to get things done. To make up for it, she is even cuter and more fun than ever. I'm so grateful for her.
What I'm not grateful for? My neighbors. Congratulations on having such a, uh, vigorous love-life, but could you please move your bed away from the wall? And maybe keep the shouting to a minimum? It was a less than pleasant way to be woken up early Sunday morning. Especially when it happens so frequently. (I'm sorry if this grosses all of you out, but imagine how I must feel.)
ANYWAYS back to me and my family. We have been visiting the animals by our house a lot lately. And yes, one of the little kangaroos touched my stomach. What a boon. The baby llama continues to be the cutest thing ever, except for the two baby goats. I want to smuggle them in my coat and take them home with me. And the little lambs we drive by every day have been not just standing and eating and looking cute, but also running and jumping and gamboling about, looking cute. It kills me every time. While I haven't ever been a huge roast lamb person, I am now even less likely to ever eat it. They're too darling.
And now, an adorable picture of MY baby animal stuck in her cage. Baby human.