Yesterday I had a carpet cleaning service come and spend over 5 hours (and $350 of my money) cleaning all the carpets in the house and patching a spot by the master bathroom entry way that Clara ripped up like two days after we moved into the house, which we never bothered to have fixed until now. I was very happy with the results, until Joel walked in the door and said, "Oh this looks nice. But what is this little orange spot here? And doesn't it look like they used the wrong carpet scraps to patch the carpet? See it looks like it's not the exact same color...." And then Caroline clambered off the sofa, dropped her apple in the middle of the living room carpet, looked at me and said "Oops!" and walked away.
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May those thighs stay chunky forever:)
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