Diva

We had family visiting last week, including one of my brothers, who has never met Lydia. I mentioned that and he said he felt like he knows her just from my Instagram posts. I said, “well, if you feel like she’s a high-needs mama’s girl, you’ve pretty much got it.” And he said, “Yep, seems like she keeps odd hours and wants to be in close proximity all the time.” We laughed because, YEP. Accurate.

We went out to dinner one night (Red Robin: YUM) and, of course, Lydia was being a handful. I don’t remember what particular thing she did, but my brother commented, “She’s kind of a diva.” And THAT IS EXACTLY IT. 

She’s a diva.   

  
  

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