I was the Mama, and Daddy was Otto (my baby cousin), and Mama was a baby, and Champ was just himself. I tucked everyone in, gave them loveys and blankies, kissed them "night night," scratched their backs, and read to them. It was a lot of work.
I took this picture of my toes.
And here's my self-portrait.
This is the outfit I put on this morning (despite her better judgement, mom lets me dress myself most of the times that I want to.)
I told my mom I wanted "match" her - she was wearing grey pants and a black sweater, so she didn't understand the match. But I meant, 'we match in our hearts.'P.S. After my hard work tonight as a mama, you'd think I'd a) be really nice and tired and b) give a sister a break and go to bed without a fuss... but I am in my crib really giving my parents a sob story and they are wondering what happened to their gal. Hopefully this phase will pass and my ghostwriter will be better rested in future postings.
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