Saturday:
When 8:00 rolled around, we were ready for bed. Annabelle needed a bath as she was accumulating some strange black yuck between her fingers and toes. After that, she was ready for a bottle and jammies and bed. Phillip dressed her in her footy PJs which were kitten printed and as she got cranky, said, "Are you ready for bed? You and your little Kitty Feet?" I think that's the cutest thing Phillip has ever said in a grown man voice.
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