What shall I do tonight?

I will probably end up doing what I did last night, and the night before, and the night and the night before. It seems like we do the same thing every night around here. Around 5:30 or 6 o'clock I get a bazillion articles of clothing put on me, I then get strapped to a parent and then we go for a walk. When we get home I get bathed, fed and then put to sleep. It's kind of like prison or scout camp with the same pattern every day. Not that there is anything wrong with that.

I do so enjoy the walks, but the outfits are starting to border on the absurd.


The only reason this doesn't look silly is because I am so ridiculously cute.