Leaving the house continues to be one of the most traumatic steps in our day. We need "the backpack", "the map", food, purses, diapers, snacks, babies, barbies, lipstick, coats and boots, and this is just for a run to Target.
Coop, patiently waiting for the ladies to gather their things.
Tortilla, who continues to demand to do all things "by myself"!
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Oh my, that is one unhappy little girl! I thought we had it bad because Eli has to bring a friend and seat belt it in it's own seat himself. Then he has to shut his own door and do his own seat belt. If I attempt to assist in any of these steps, we're in for a huge melt down.
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