There is only so much you can do for 13 hours with a baby all by yourself. Not that Kins isn't a blast to play with, but you Moms know how it is. M. O. N. O. T. O. N. Y is a word that comes to mind. And it doesn't help when the hubby is gone from sun up to sun down, or later. So... my way of breaking that monotony up is photography. The word "photography" implies to me however that my photos must be great, that I am super deliberate and decisive in my choices of photographs to take. This couldn't be further from the truth as I just snap away, hoping I don't miss a single moment of Kins' amazing "many faces." So I will change my choice of the word photography to picture taking. I do a lot of picture taking.
Yesterday, I went to Target, my favorite store on earth, or home away from home, as I had to buy Butt Paste for Kins. Her diaper rash is slowly healing, as we switched her to good ol' Huggies after that Pampers Dry Max story came out. That really was all I needed, but who can just buy one thing at Target anyways? I can't help it, everything screams my name. I hope shopping isn't genetic, otherwise, watch out Daddy's wallet. I found these shoes and they are just about as adorable as shoes come.