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What happens when my husband leaves his Yuengling bottle on the sidetable? Baby Livy knocks it over* and laps up the little bit left from the tile. Now I have beer'd floor and a drunk kitten. What kind of kitty mama/housekeeper am I?

Oh, and regarding the "big news" post, it's not about me (or Aaron) having a baby. Not for like twenty or so years. Or, ya know, whenever we decide to have kids. BUT IT'S STILL AWESOME. More later.

Love this Henri Cartier-Bresson shot.

*I have a picture of this but it's too dark to post. You'll have to trust me. Hilarious.