I am married to a Womble.
When he sees litter, he has to pick it up until he finds a bin. He can’t help it. Today, a nice collection of beer cans.
Prospect Park on a sunny evening is the perfect place for TJ to work off his hiccups.
I hope he likes it, because we’re walking here every dry day come September, whether he has hiccups or not. Rule #1 of stay-at-home-mothering, I hear (from several reliable sources): get out of the house.
(Rule #2: wear more makeup than I’m wearing in this photo. Eye-bags don’t look good with anything.)