Check out this girls onesie. It's perfect for the new Hawthorne baby. Now if we can get patchouli-scented baby wipes and figure out a way to give a baby dreadlocks we'll be all set to walk in our neighborhood.
I'm thirty-frickin'-EIGHT (Holy crap! ...Sunrise, sunset, sunrise, sunset...) who lives in the Pacific Northwest with my wife of ten years. We have a little girl who has completely altered our lives and changed how we play and travel. I'm out of practice in my sarcasm, and hope to resharpen it through talking about people in this blog--you know, for social triage!
4 comments:
Where did you find my shirt? I've been looking everywhere for that dang thing!
EWE! Just realised that what I thought were the lovely branches of a tree were really hippie armpit twigs!-ber
I just barely realized that too!
You think organic. You should post the video that I sent you so everyone else will understand the meaning of organic.
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