sophie marceau nude pic The day before we left on our trip to San Francisco we went shopping to buy Leta some new Fall/Winter clothing, knowing that she’d need a warmer wardrobe for the temperature difference. And when we packed her bags a few hours before leaving to catch the plane, I stripped each piece of clothing of its price tag and long, vertical size sticker. We were in a bit of a hurry, and so instead of making the effort to dispose of those tags and stickers, I simply discarded them on her bedroom floor, not realizing that Leta would look at that pile of trash and consider it a mound of treasure. Again, this is definitely a tendency she inherited from me, the desire to hold onto useless crap just in case it’s needed later. You never know when some homicidal psychopath is going to show up to your door with a gun and demand to see the Halloween-themed box of Cap’n Crunch from 1997, and what do you know? You happen to have it right here in your hall closet wedged in between a stack of coffee stirrers you’ve collected from Starbucks and seven years worth of gasoline receipts. And because you saved that Cap’n Crunch box? YOU GET TO LIVE.
brokeback mountian sex scene She secretly collected each tag and sticker, a two-fistful wad of garbage, and stuffed it into her backpack. Hours later as I followed her down the walkway to board the plane, I noticed that she had her backpack on upside down, and every time she took a step something would fall out of it onto the floor. By the time she was halfway to the plane she had left a trail of 4T size stickers and $5.99 price tags in a haphazard line behind her. Looking for Leta? Follow the trash. Much more reliable than a Google map.
pretty nude little girls That walk to the plane was one of the only bright spots of our trip. We did not have fun in San Francisco, for a variety of reasons, but mainly because Leta really didn’t want to be there. It was the hardest trip we’ve ever taken with her, in terms of her not sleeping and not eating and not being willing to do anything without putting up an exhausting fight. Two days in we were ready to turn around and come home, but we kept hoping that things would get better, unaware that she was determined for things to get worse.
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beautiful nude women gallery It wasn’t until Leta was about two years old that I grew into my identity as a mother, that I finally stopped feeling guilty and embraced my version of that role. I knew that I loved my child, that I would do anything for her, but that I don’t necessarily do this thing like many other women. And that’s okay. I am okay with being the mother who doesn’t get a thrill out of sitting on the floor and playing blocks for two hours. I am okay with being the mother who does not look forward to Little Gym. I’m okay with being the mother who lets her child go another day without a bath because tonight? I’m too tired tonight. I’m okay because I know that none of these things make me a bad person.
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