Look what showed up in the mail today!
Now I've got a print from an artist that only makes the cutest things you've ever seen. Possibly too cute since I don't technically, ya know, have a baby or anything yet. But has that stopped me from hanging a picture of a baby bear face in my kitchen? Or buying a doll house? Or always having toys, stuffed animals and picture books readily available? No.
Should it? Eh... that's a debatable point.
But I know what my husband would say - the man I bought toddler-sized dinosaur pajamas for before we were married and who was pretty happy about it - he would say: Why not? Like he does every time he sees a cute, or cute-ish, or kind of terrifying, stuffed animal for sale. I live in a nut house! And now my sisters are joining in.
I better get a baby in here soon. Especially since there are already clothes hanging in the closet for them.
That's going too far, isn't it? Well! I have to do something in a one bedroom apartment, I can't fit an actual hope chest! People seriously give me baby clothes! I don't buy all of them!
*Sigh*
Well I was really happy about my print.
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