Does letting Mia play with the blender make me a bad mother?
Was the last line of the song I am listening to really "take me to Walter Reed tonight?" As in Walter Reed Army Hospital? Isn't that weird?
Anybody want some pearsauce? It's yummy.
This kid has eight million toys and has spent the entire day playing with an empty Aquaphor container, a cup from Baja Fresh, and empty water bottle, a can of spanish peanuts, and her shoes.
When she isn't pushing her high chair around the kitchen, that is.
Will write something later, I swear, when the screeching stops.