You can't exactly tell in this photo, but Julie's stomach is now roughly the size of a gigantic alien eyeball.
Great, now I'm going to have blinking navel nightmares.
Lyla likes to say, "Back, Dada! Go play right now!" I think we must say that to our dogs. It's charming what a bossy little two-year-old she's becoming. I have to remind myself that she does not possess a vast arsenal of sentences; therefore, if she feels like starting up a conversation, there's a high probability that you're going to get told what to do.
"Go ovoh dere, Dada!"
"Mmm-hmm."
"No mmm-hmm!"
"You want me to go over there. With all due respect, I've decided to stay here."
"Yeah."
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