G never took to the baby swing like the girls did and although we've had it set up in the living room for most of this year, I've been ready to donate it for months. Every time I move to collapse it I'm thwarted by L, who plays the role of the deranged woman who chains herself to the trees when the loggers come to town.
SHH! she shout-whispers. Don't touch that! My babies are sleeping!
November 22, 2010 Double portrait of my creepy foster grandchildren, sleeping with their eyes open and messing with my end-of-year tax deductions.