The gay uncles are getting very clucky. As Madonna sang, strike a pose. Just point the camera at Little Jo, and she beams. Nine months old now. How quickly the time has gone. I was between Jo and sister's cat, whose tail she was about to tug, and R was giving her a bath. She is finally getting some more hair. No comments needed on how gorgeous she is. I know.
We were going to bail the water out of the bath for the new lawn, but Jo kept pulling the plug out, so there was not much left. I must teach her cause and effect.
Sister's housekeeping standards are not quite up to ours.