Afton points at everything and nothing. Sometimes I think she is seeing ghosts, which inevitably creeps me out and I await the day she comes to me and tells me "They're here..."
That'll be the day I check myself into an institution, after burning my place of residence down.
For some reason when I tell people that Afton likes to play with rocks, they seem to think that she gets it from me. I don't remember ever being someone who just arbitrarily played with rocks, but I guess it must be written all over my face. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Or in this case the rock doesn't roll far from the hill. Har har har.
I'm having a fairly special time trying to cope with the "heat", since the vast majority of my pregnancy with Afton occurred in Minnesota, in fall. The cool air felt nice when I was flopping around town like a beached whale. But now I get so hot so fast that even a tank top is little relief. And I still have three months to go! I may be spending many days by the pool turning into a fine piece of leather for slaughter.
Gotta crack out some SPF for the toddler though, and save that pretty little skin of hers.
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