This weekend was filled with birthdays, photo sessions, family time, and dog hair. Did she just say dog hair? Yes, I did. The family dog, Lulu, sheds like crazy! No matter how many times I lint my jacket or jeans, somehow the fur would magically appear!
Besides the fact that I had an extra winter coat on, the weekend was great. My brother turned 12… ugh… pre-teens. I noted his first sign of “pre-teens” when I called him down stairs for a hug. He dragged his feet and asking, “Whaaaat?!” As if he didn’t know what I wanted from him. No matter how old you get, you will always be my Pooky and I will forever love you (yes, I just told the web your nickname, mwahaha).
Happy Birthday Ivan!
