Stop the Insanity*

Visiting my dad is exhausting. It's all the work of parenting (alone) without any of the convenience items. Why does Z get so wound up when we are visiting? She is much wilder here that she ever is at home.

That said, I have two words for you: n@ked gymnastics.

Last night before bath time, Z stripped down to her birthday suit and turned somersaults across the living room floor, flashing her girl bits at us once per flip. Just showing off for F.A., I guess.

*The rest of the wedding trip is coming. I just need a little sleep first.

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