The Second to Last Home Series
Suckin on watermelon rinds while Mommy unpacks. And cleans. And re-packs. And storm preps. Again. At least baby Lou smiled through most of the hectic day.
Amelia: not so much. But not necessarily by choice either. Her eye just hurt. A lot. My poor babe. She’s always been the most enticing scent for bugs of all types, affecting her with welts too big for such a pretty face. And yet, here we are.
Bites and smiles aside, somehow, some way, we managed to leave the Big Home by 6:30PM, with our eyes set on Miami once again. Ella Mae says HMPF! Amelia says “Whatever you say, Mommy!” Molly says, “As long as there’s milk!” And Bearett? He has not a care in the world when his favorite song is playing. “HOW DEEP THE FATHER’S LOVE FOR US!”
Bites and smiles aside, somehow, some way, we managed to leave the Big Home by 6:30PM, with our eyes set on Miami once again. Ella Mae says HMPF! Amelia says “Whatever you say, Mommy!” Molly says, “As long as there’s milk!” And Bearett? He has not a care in the world when his favorite song is playing. “HOW DEEP THE FATHER’S LOVE FOR US!”
Back on the road again.
Dada, here we come!!
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