Stork'd This is what happens if you go Skinny Dipping during Adult Swim at the Gene Pool.

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I don't know whether to be amused and tickled, or slightly worried that Ingrid's preferred state of existence is to be naked but for a diaper and her pink rain boots.

This is either the picture postcard antics of an adorable toddler, or something that will make me prematurely age and consider purchasing a shotgun when she enters adolescence. I suppose only time will tell.

(pleaseohpleaseohpleaseletitnotbeasignofbadthingsthatwillmakemeconsiderpurchasingafirearm).

It feels like this process is taking forever. I think most of that is because the nausea started in earnest on Friday night. This week I'm making hands and feet to go with the arms and legs I made last week. It's hard work. I'm antsy about the plane trip tomorrow.

I'm sad. I'll be leaving my husband for a week and a half. I'm going to miss him a whole darned lot. Then I'll miss him for almost another week as I drive back to Frederick. The only part of the trip I'm excited about is Eureka, funnily enough. It'll be nice to get my mom's ashes taken care of. I imagine that will be slightly emotional, but she has been gone 2.5 years already.