First, for your viewing pleasure, is a picture of Meredith and her Papa, dressed up in all manner of cold weather paraphernalia. And this is well before the recent snow hit Memphis. It was just for fun.
Second, I'll share the subject matter of last night's nightmare. I heard Meredith crying and ran to her room. She was writhing about, tortured and tragic. "Mommy, you recycled the top of my pretend egg container." [I did not.] Good heavens. What have a wrought?
See you soon, with lots of pics.
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