Our Aunt Nancy lives in Paradise. It's an aptly named place. She's named the local deer. It snows buckets. It's away from everything but not too far. Perfect.
She came to visit when Bama was born, braving the East Bay freeways and streets she preferred to avoid so that she could play pat-a-cake with her.
So, Aunty Nancy has a frog problem. Maybe problem isn't the right word. She's got a frog thing. Imagine her thrill to find frog flannel in pink and green! She made pajamas for all of her grandchildren, the neighbors' kids, and Bama and Carver.
It took me an embarrassingly long time to get them into their jammies at the same time for photos. But! We did it!
Too much love!