One of side effects of having a mobile baby (and teething puppy) is that you never know what casualties may occur to your innocent household belongings. Take the case of a poor roll of string.
My brain is going crazy. A meltdown's coming on. I wish my chores were finished and the mess were all but gone. Instead I think I'll sit here, and stare at yonder wall and dream of running off to a sunny port of call.
Happy Heart Day! As a long distance present to the grandparents, here's a video of Eden. Her favorite game right now is chase. I say "I'm gonna gitsooooo" (and yes, that's exactly how I say it) and she giggles and crawls away as fast as she can. Sometimes she crawls herself into a dead end. As you will see in the video. Big hugs!
You know you are tired and in a bad mood when you look at your own kid and think "Why do people have more than one child? Why would people want to do this twice??"
That was me today. Here's why:
It started when I put her in the floor.
Then it escalated.
And kept going.
Not done yet.
Finally tiring.
And that's when I looked at her and said "I don't like you right now."
I wonder when you have to stop saying that because they start to understand you. Hm.