His name is Dr. McMillan and he's the dude who opened my escape hatch - mad skills! Why is this important to you? Well, he's also got the say-so as to whether I go home today or tomorrow. Just have be totally certain I'm not trying to turn yellow anymore (really not my color) and then Moms and I can split! We might be home as early as this afternoon if all goes well, and Dad gets his act together this morning in clearling out this room of all our gear. He looks capable. Low center of gravity. Honestly, I had no idea that I had near dwarf-sized parents, but every other nurse that walks in here makes them look vertically challenged, to say the least. Is this a thing? WAIT - I can totally hide stuff from them on the high shelves when I get taller than them!! Plans... clever, baby plans...Anywho, a couple of parting pics from last night and this morning and then we'll have a little down time here on the blog 'til I get my home office all straight. See you soon!
xoxo
Ivy
Oh, and my Dad says this last one is his favorite 0f me so far. Something about my hat being 'jaunty.' Again - this is a strange man. Loveable and fuzzy, but weird. Still, he's mine - so back off
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