On the way home from Reese's birthday party, we got a call to meet up over in Brea to watch the UFC fight over at Bdubbs. Since we still had energy, we headed on over. For the most of it, Zoë did not want anyone but me to carry her and she didn't want me to sit either. She actually wanted milk, but luckily, I was able to divert her attention away from that. Of course, that meant I had to suck it up and carry her for the long haul.
And then finally, Jeric got Zoë over to Preston and she forgot all about mommy. Which was bittersweet. I was so glad I didn't have to carry her, but, but, my baby! Hahaha. Mommy struggles fo sho. Still worth it, just look how cute these two are!
UFC what? Yah, I totally wasn't paying attention to a single fight. And, of course, Zoe instantly knocked out once we strapped her in.
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