No joke the day this kid turned one, I think he
thinks he is in the X-Games.
The very morning of his birthday I found him on top of the little
picnic table.
So lately to avoid any traumatic headers, playing outside seems a safe bet.
Not only will I have one of each {girl and boy} but a righty {above} and a lefty.
"Oh Mommy Brudder has a rainbow on his bum."
****TRUTH TIME****
Ever been asked SO many stinkin questions from your kid, that you just ignore them
You know the "Excuse me." and then a quick subject change.
Which in turns brings on another interrogation from the mini
Russian spy perched in her carseat looking out the back window.
Last night went upstairs at 9, to creep into my cozy bed and watch some
mindless TV.
Just when I opened my bedroom door, I see it, the MASSIVE pile of
clean clothes. Waiting to be folded.
Without hesitation, I scooped that pile up
and marched it right back into the dyer.
You with me.
Anyone?! Bueller, Bueller?!
