Sometimes I feel bad that Waverly gets ALOT more face time on my blog than anybody else. But in her defense, we do spend all day alone together, and this week we have been staying up together after the school age kids are in bed by 8:00. Last night she walked in with this doozy of a fashion statement. She must have been trying to get her arm out of the shirt and it got twisted on the way up. Add in the recent drainage of a sippie cup and the remaining remnants of lasagna for dinner (in her hair, on her forehead, and yes smack dab on her crotch) and she had the belly that would really work this 'look' to its full effect.
If this isn't the epitome of white trash, then I don't know what is---since no house makes em' whiter!
Believe me when I tell you that when she rides the arm of the couch(her horse apparently) that it is NOT a pretty sight!
Don't you just love this age when they can be so CUTE and so GROSS in the same instance!
If this isn't the epitome of white trash, then I don't know what is---since no house makes em' whiter!
Believe me when I tell you that when she rides the arm of the couch(her horse apparently) that it is NOT a pretty sight!
Don't you just love this age when they can be so CUTE and so GROSS in the same instance!
2 comments:
White trash? No way. She is too too cute. Thanks for the vote of confidence for Sunday...I think I might die!
PS.....so I won't be at church this week obviously. I have no clue who is in the presidencies!
She is still so dang cute!
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