Yes, that is my child hollering it out during Tummy Time on his mat. Poor bug.
I pride myself in being a good housekeeper. Even a fantastic housekeeper. & a decent cook. I am no Martha Stewart, but I can hold my own against a bevy of housewives. Yet my once fastidiously clean home has been ransacked. I used to welcome anyone to eat off my floors, but now, we’re lucky to simply see them. A screaming baby is simply not conducive to any household details, including cleaning, laundry, or grocery shopping. Which explains why we ordered a pizza last night & have no cream for our morning coffee. It also explains why Christmas presents are still a hot mess on the kitchen table & we’ve been tripping over decoration bins for almost a week.
Thanks to this innocent-eyed little guy & his never-ending quest to let the entire universe bow to his presence:







