Brittons first French braid

With 72 days left of summer, this means I have 72 days to perfect my french braiding!

So far today we have managed to play dress up, write in our journals, have art “class”, make father’s day cards, play with Poochie, eats snacks, watch Ben 10 Alien Man, and eat pizza.

Some how I have managed to put in 5 hours of work in my office (with 13 proposals due over the next 3 weeks) without completely losing my mind. Although watching Poochie poop on my rug, while Britton drips her ice cream overlooking Poochie poop— all the while I am on the phone with my boss watching through the glass french doors. Oh well, its all part of it.