At 12:45 today, I had just finished making lunch for Zoe and Lucy when we got a call from the scheduling service that someone wanted to see our house, today, from 2:00-3:00. I was conflicted about this since (a) we’re already under contract and anything else at this point is insurance, or, gravy, and (b) Zoe seemed tired at the park this morning and I really wanted the girls to be able to take a nap today if they wanted to. Anyway, I told the people they could come from 2:30-3:30 instead, and figured we’d just put the girls to bed early tonight if necessary.
So Bob and I are tidying up (our life is a constant state of tidying these days) and I walk out of the kitchen to find this:
Zoe — stairnapster
How, I ask you, does one cope with cuteness of this magnitude?