Monday, February 24, 2014

Pantless Mondays

Sis...
What Gabers?
Did you have a good day today?
Gabers, where the heck are your pants?
I'm airing things out?
WHAT? that's nasty!
You know you like my legs Sis!
Phia make him stop!
Oh heck no!
Mom's notes-
Business in the front, baby party in the back...
Bipolar(ish) teething Phia

Dear pregnant women who come into contact with Isabella. Please do not be alarmed, her referring to your beautiful stomach as a meatball is not meant to be offensive. She will not try to bite you. She is simply referring to the fact that there is not a stork in Isabella delivery world, there is a meatball smasher, the doctor. Meatballs grow in women's bellies and when it is time they go to the hospital. The doctor pushes on the meatball and it goes pop. Out pops a baby. Please excuse my daughter and all of her weirdness. The world revolves around food for her and why wouldn't women grow meatballs only to have them popped and babies come out... That's completely rational... Oh Isabella.

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