So a pregnant lizard made her way into our house. How do I know she was pregnant? Well, I really just deduced that little nugget of info based on the onslaught of baby lizards that have been appearing in random corners of our house. Thank goodness it's just the ol' regular garden variety lizard, not the creepy monstrosities that park themselves in the sun on our driveway. Those things are more closely related to the American Alligator, I'm pretty sure. Anyways, a baby lizard was the reason I screamed for Daniel and felt helpless as I cowered in the corner of our nightlight-lit bathroom the other night. I swear, it didn't look like a lizard when it scurried across the floor in front of my foot...they're all over the place. Sigh.
After our crazy downpours over the weekend, life in Wellington is finally back to normal and the roads are drivable again. Logan has a new found love of bounce houses after we went to Monkey Joe's, and also has requested to bake cookies every day since I showed him how to use the mixer to make sugar cookies. Guess cookie making was a hit! :)
South FL is rampant with nature, but at least this is the pretty kind:
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