Lulu

While Lulu showed up in many of the trip's log photos, I forgot to specifically mention her. The poor thing nearly got pitched when we got home. Erick gasped when I mentioned it. But then he admitted that she was "ten shades of nasty." Each and every rain soaked into the poor thing. Whenever Sophia would lean forward in her stroller, Lulu would go too and her legs would get dragged through - well, who knows what all they were dragged through. *Insert gag here*

Poor Lulu got thrown aside whenever Sophia forgot how much she "needed her old friend."

Each day, Lulu grew a little more tired looking and little more gray or brown or something. Hard to describe. It was my first mission upon returning home to salvage what was left. Luckily for her and Sophia, Lulu came out of the wash looking better than she had in months. Interesting, isn't it? It's like Lulu knew what was at stake and worked on herself in that washer - scrubbing her petals and her green toes. Well, it worked. Lulu's around for a while longer. Probably forever safe, so don't start any petitions or anything.