A. and I went into the Small City yesterday for a few hours to run some very boring errands. We left Cubby at home with Grandma. When we got home, I found this:
At least we know he was well-fed.
Nice to know someone is enjoying the mulberries, anyway.
He has also been very busy fixing Daddy's truck:
Too bad the problem is actually with the transmission, not the tire.
Meanwhile, Daddy has been enjoying the view from the roof:
Okay, maybe not so much "enjoying the view" as "sweating his life force out in the sun and trying not to fall off the roof." Same thing.
And what have I been doing? Watching my feet and ankles swell. Yes, I have become a hobbling cliche of a massively pregnant woman in the summer. I did not take pictures of that, however. You are welcome.
The only way to avoid the swelling is to put my feet up. Guess how often that happens in the course of a day. Right. Pretty much not. Ever.
No matter, though. Today is July 1. We'll have a baby this month, one way or another. And then my feet can get back to normal while the rest of me falls apart.