Thank goodness I bought the $3 mascara instead of the $20 mascara. This is absolutely why I can't have nice makeup. Hilarious, though. I had to scrub her little face with baby oil and then give her a bag. I'm pretty sure she ruined my makeup bag and her clothes. Funny enough, she didn't even go for the colorful stuff, just the foundation and mascara. Further proof that she is, indeed, a tiny me.
Caleb's 's first coach pitch game. Not many pictures of C; he was on the move. We were also babysitting Lily Forner.
My friend, Noel Niles (that autocorrected to Nutella. Awesome.), introduced us to her horses. She told us all about carrying due and training the horses. I thought the whole spiel went over Julia's head but a week later in the car she told us in detail how to saddle and ride a horse. It was pretty accurate. She forgot the word saddle and called it a seat (cute!) then used her shoes laces as reins and said the Mary Jane pattern on her socks were"seats."
Caleb refused to go to sleep the other night. Surprise, surprise. And 11pm he treks downstairs at hand is this note. Turns out the volume was turned all the way down.
