So it was already a rough day. Sinus cold and pregnant, check. Russ out of town, check. Important meeting to rush to at 5:30pm, check. Babysitter canceled, check. Brady somehow getting herself locked into Drew's room for the day and commiting utter destruction in her attempt to release herself, check. Those of you who remember our wedding will not find this picture so hard to believe.
The casualties: the quilt that my mom made for his nursery, Learning Puppy, Tennessee beanie baby, some stuffed learning toy, the bear rug, trashcan, and a couple wet diapers.
The wounded: Cookie Monster
The thankful survivers: Drew's blankie, all the furniture, and the books.
Thankfully Bunny Luv was safe in my car. Don't ask me how she got in there, or more importantly, how she got locked in, but I came home to a very frantic pup and a very smelly destroyed room. Definitely didn't make the meeting.
1 comment:
Oh, wow. Poor you. I do recall frantic Brady at your wedding, but the loss of a bit of rug in a rented house is very different than a nursery torn apart by a frantic dog. So sorry. And let Brady know that Marley has tried some diapers in the past and while they may be tasty, they are not good for digestion. In other news, your "new" maternity clothes are on their way!
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