Goofus on the Roofus

Did your mom ever call you a goofus on the roofus? Mine did, almost everyday. I consider myself lucky. Not only because we have our own goofous, but because this little goofy roofy looks just like me!  For crying in the beer bucket, when did this little lady grow up? I never thought our wee big eyed beauty would ever be running around naked with clothes on her head, rolling and thrashing about, pretending she is a baby. She is a wonder. And so am I. Did anyone else just realize I’m a mom, or am I the only one surprised? Holy wonder bread. I love the stuff. Anyways! Back to Emery Elise. Did I mention her snug as a bug in a rug cuddles these days? AUGH! Heavens to Betsy. Warm macaroni and cheese. Dryer sheets and Costco samples.  They are smashing.  Everyday is great with this golden gal. Love her. We can’t believe that in two shakes of a dead lambs tail there will be another snuggle bundle in our family. We are about ready to jump out of skin with excitement. Oh crazy daisy, it’s past my bedtime and I've stopped making sense. But, making sense is overrated anyways. Night Good.