Archive for the Pictured Category

Tattoo my heart.

Tattoo's In my Easter Basket make me smile.      The kind of mother I am? One who says go for it despite the inner voice that shouts clean up will be awful. Confession time: Some of Suzanne’s are still on. We scrub with oil at bath time but her skin gets so red I don’t push it too far. By summer I suspect her tummy will be clean. :P

Love, as ever,

Gennyfer

|