But you know what is awesome about that? Boxes.
Lots and lots of boxes. They are in all shapes and sizes, but there's usually one that's just my size.
Mom keeps boxes around for us for awhile.
The one I'm in came last week. Our extra toys are in another. Mija likes the one on the left. That box is at least 3 years old, but Mija loves to lie in it so mom won't get rid of it. She'll use some of our boxes to pack stuff and ship it out. That's kind of traumatic. I mean, I just get a box the way I like it...
and she uses it to send presents to people. Or then, because I have decided I don't want to sit in a box anymore, she'll "recycle it". It is so upsetting to watch her fold it up and walk it out to the recycling can.
I claimed it. She says we get too many and there's no room to walk through the living room for all the boxes. But then something else gets delivered and I have a new box to investigate.
Honestly, can't a girl take a bath without the photos?
See you next week.