I thought I'd quickly post while Jeremy and Stella are out on a little walk. Thank goodness I distracted him from the WD-40 and lighter game he was playing with the ants. And, no. I don't have a five year old boy. I'm referring to Jeremy, my 34 year old husband. Apparently, life in the OR isn't exciting enough for him, so he has to find other forms of entertainment.
In other news, I'm slowly incorporating a few pink touches here and there. Super easy, super cheap, and super not perfect. Painting/drawing/cutting straight lines is not my strong suit, especially when my two year old is pulling on my shirt saying, "Mom, whatcha doin?" over and over. So, just squint a little when you look at the picture, mmmkay?