By now, you’ve read about our third. She’s bright and funny and spontaneous and unique and… often exasperating.
Eliza decided that since her blunders are on public display, it’s only fair she be able to write about me. This is her post.
“My Mom is so weird. She talks to our baby in her undergarments. She tells him how much she loves him and that she could just eat him. She sings songs to him that are weird- about elephants jumping on spider webs, about chickens or little ducks that don’t come home, and monkeys. Moms are the best creatures.”
All true! I absolutely sing to that boy in my underwear. Wouldn’t you?