Moving has gotten me into a displaced funk. Nothing is where it’s supposed to be and I have anxiety thinking about my spoons mixing with my forks. But moving helps to shake the stalkers off my tail. Because there's so many of them! And now that my linen closet is neatly organized by color and thread count, I can resume blogging again.
Avery just turned two a couple of weeks ago. And besides being devastatingly handsome, Avery is also hilarious. He enjoys driving his car. Major dimples.
This next photo cracks me up.
He enjoys collecting flower samples for his botanical journal and apparently finds his shadow fascinating.
Avery, blow.
Major dimples.
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