“momma why do you call me sweetie?” -because you are my sweetie. “do you call anyone else sweetie?” -i dont think so… “do you call ivy sweetie?” -do you want me to call ivy sweetie? “no. just me. im your sweetie.”
Category Archives: Life
my fatty boomba
this baby satisfies every baby urge i ever get. sometimes its hard knowing i will never have this again… so im glad i have friends still in the baby making years. i can kidnap and pretend. then give back when its cranky time. i havent taken as many yindi photos as i would have wanted. […]
this stuff was made in new york city!
the first thing that happened when we landed in new york: we got in a cab. we left the airport, got on the on-ramp, entered the freeway, and what is he doing? why is he pulling over? why is he stopping? who is that man getting out of a black car and WALKING UP TO […]