Baby Sabre is devastated. Sammy is throwing an awesome camping party, including forests and beaches and all our bloggy friends. Mom, being the slightly challenged blonde that she is, didn’t get anything organised in time for Sabre to join in the fun.
Here he sits, all ready to go but too late to catch the transport. He has his drinks, his lollies, his beach ball and even organised for the sun to come out (for which, of course, as a responsible baby, he is wearing a protective hat).
How absurd is it, that Mom cannot find photo editing software she can use on her PC but found something on her phone?