July 2, 2016 at 8:58 AM
Every morning I have one ambition: To be faster than my 11-month-old when we both realize I left the dog food and dog water within his reach.
The other day, I legit chased my toddler around my street with no pants. ZERO pants. He was running all over the street and I didn’t have time to think about whether or not neighbors could see my saggy white rear end peeking out from underneath my shirt. I had a toddler to catch. If you happened to look out of your window and you live on my street… you’re welcome.
Every morning I have one ambition: To be faster than my 11-month-old when we both realize I left the dog food and dog water within his reach.
Josh’s response to something I said: *puts his hand out to indicate -stop-* “Mom, I not trying to hear that!”
Josh is going through a “mama, kiss my boo-boo phase.” I’ll tell you what son, as long as you let me keep kissing your boo boos, I’ll keep cleaning all your diapers, endure all the fits and feed you all the food you want. Deal? Josh: “Deal, mom.”
Stetson has been barking at Timmy all morning. Coincidentally, Timmy has been holding this treat in his mouth all morning. #brothers
Tonight, while out at dinner, Joshua squirted ketchup from the bottle right into his mouth, wiped his armpits with his napkin, had a conversation with an invisible entity to his left and fell off of his chair and landed on his face. Discuss.