Today I was her.
Bellerina is asleep.
Tomorrow morning she will magically have a bag with her favorite clothes, toys, books (Ain't Gonna Paint No More has come out of retirement), diapers, sippy cups...you know, pretty much everything that Steven Tyler probably wants packed too.
And when she gets up her personal assistant will whisk her in to an outfit, and out the door for a 1st class travel experience, she will be deposited in front of a stack of blueberry pancakes before she realizes she's even awake.
I think that I would rather be Bellerina than Steven Tyler though. Her bag will be packed and waiting tomorrow morning, but she didn't have to suffer through 20 years of brain damage to get that service.
PS In case anyone cares...is anyone reading this?...we're on vacation next week, I will update when I can, but I'll still be keeping track for a big update next Saturday night! So don't give up on me, I'll be writing while I'm beaching it!
Of course we're reading - and loving every entry. Keep up the fabulous work.
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