Afternoons

While Baby Bean takes a nap, it usually means
*time for me to race around like a chicken with it's head cut off.

{*a chicken who has about 90 minutes to do things again with two free hands}

Oh the possibilities.


Like: Clean the Bathroom and Stop to Take a Picture to See if the Lady at Sephora Truly Helped you Pick out the Right Shade of Foundation for the Winter.

Oh priorities.

Then my cutest priority woke up.

And my hands {heart} are full again.


xoxo

{Bon Bon}