(Above) Britt and Phoebe before heading out for church.
Early this evening Hope informed me that Phoebe wanted a bath. Phoebe is lucky to have found such a capable, assertive, and caring spokesperson. Hope and I disagreed a bit about the best water temperature. Eventually, the wise one convinced me that she knew best. ;-) Phoebe may come to dislike having anywhere from two to four mothers. Maybe not though.
*THIS* is what her eyes look like when she is startled. Those are not my man-hands, by the way...
I shave the hair off of mine.
