...with the girls, thanks to my mother's help. I went to Target to fetch more formula for the herd of hippos and came back to find everyone snoozing. The girls are getting excited to meet the rest of their grandparents this weekend, where we'll open up a Louis Roederer for the big people, while the little people stick with their (less bubbly) Enfamil. I wish I could say the pets have absorbed all the change nonchalantly, but they have not, and remain clustered in angst, huddled on an out of the way poufy cushion, stunned by the usurpers.
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