This is the lip of sadness. It holds forth in appropriately sad circumstances: fright, loneliness, parties between the hours of four and six in the evening, etc.
To commemorate the beginning of Jamie's spring break and to pass some time with The Lip, we made a trip to the pediatrician's office. We were told the weight of the wee one and she was subsequently stabbed with a needle THREE times in her chubby little thighs. The Lip made an appearance and there was much commisserating. As a treat afterwards she got to breastfeed. This always soothes little girl's sadness and makes me wonder, "What will I do to soothe her when she's older? Say thirteen and it is no longer possible to offer her the boob?"
Interesting dialogue ensues.
In other news our dog enjoys many delicacies in life: licking ice cream bowls and dinner plates, rawhide chews, cat poop, and decaying bird heads. We give children stuffed animals, dogs prefer unstuffed animals--if they're in charge of the unstuffing. Yum!
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