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Yesterday, while I was getting ready for rehearsal, Indy came into the bathroom and asked me what I was doing. I told him that I was getting ready for rehearsal. He left the bathroom and came back a few seconds later with his step stool and my hair brush and started brushing my hair. After that, he started handing me different things from my make up bag and after I “used” them, he’d take them back and put them back in the bag. When I stood up to straighten my hair, he took the lint roller and started lint rolling my leggings and socks. Then, he grabbed different pieces of jewelry and started holding them up asking, “This one, Mama?  This one?” 

I felt like I was in an episode of Downton Abbey! He was like my own little Mr. Bates! Not as helpful, because he definitely got me in the eye a few times with the brush, but 100 times more adorable!

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Found Indy like this when we got home from our date night.

Christmas is in 6 days!!!

Indy singing “with feeling”.

July 23 (Poem number 5…and it’s serious)

My husband wrote another poem. Dedicated to me! July 23rd is our anniversary. This year will be #7.

millionmiles:

If juxtaposing opposites is funny

My love, my hate

Then why isn’t it funny when I forget that date?

And when I steal gifts I know you will hate?

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Or say the wrong thing at exactly the right time

For wrong to be as wrong as truth can be mine

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You don’t find me funny

To wit or to woo

When I dance out in private

And refuse when it’s two

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For things have gone mad:

The world and its crew

And nothing’s less funny:

Juxtaposing me without you

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Indy caught red handed.

One morning, as I was doing some things around the house, Indy was being his usual, rowdy, chipper self…when all of a sudden, the house turned silent.  I found him in the loft like this.  This face was is the genuine reaction after I grabbed my camera, which happened to be on a bookshelf in the loft and said, “Oh, Indy!  What did you dooo?!”