“And I get frothy nothing!” 

Zoey is sick. Which means her filter is misfunctioning. 

Yesterday as she roamed the kitchen after breakfast she noticed that the milk frother had been used. Rapid quick fire questions established that I had used it for Alex and I’s coffee, she threw “And I get frothy nothing!” at me when she stomped out. Love that child. 

I need that child to get better quick because her sister is missing her playmate. Nomi is following me around like a duckling, and carrying on very long one sided conversations. 

It’s been almost a week since we got back from our month in the UK. Much to write about and since my sewing machine is being serviced I might actually put fingers to keys. 



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