It's hard being a baby.

Julia needed a break the other day. She's got a super rough life and a good magazine, a pacifier and a tall glass of tea was in order.



See, she and Elisabeth were wearing similar shirts (again. I swear I didn't plan it) and, of course, that calls for a picture.
Which Julia wanted no part of.
Until I bribed her with toy dogs.


Plus, every day, she has to get her hair brushed by Elisabeth before we leave the house.
It's soooo hard. (Oh, and I totally made Ebeth put an undershirt on, in case you were curious if I let my daughters go out in low cut sweaters. Cause I don't.)


And don't even get me started on how Julia hates hates hates being told that some things are not safe. Like standing in her diaper basket.
Uh oh.
Good thing Daddy was near by since Mommy was too busy taking pictures.

Yep. It sure stinks to be Julia.