The Pinch
This is how the day started.
Sass from the toilet right when I woke up. At least it wasn’t sass from the carpet with pee running down her legs.
We’re in the season of new undies, topless babies, and pee everywhere. She’s got it down pretty well but maybe once a day she doesn’t make it to the toilet. Not the worst, but definitely looking forward to the days of only needing a pull-up for bedtime. Getting there. You’re getting there, Ken.

Psych!
Not getting there anytime soon. Mwahaha! This skinny little thing may be small, but she can sure make a mess and now...she’s sitting up and even riding in shopping carts. How can it all simultaneously be happening too fast AND too slow?!

Like, stop. You both were just those tiny kids yesterday. Now you have personalities and don’t eat your food fast enough and make faces at the supper table and pray big prayers.

Somebody pinch me.
Somebody pinch me.
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“Moooooooooooooom, somebody pinched me!”
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