Saturday, September 3, 2016

Day Eighteen Hundred and Seventeen

The Helping Hands


MomFail. All the way. At least it wasn't the baby's food. Or Adam's. Just mine. So, I guess I'll just have toast. With honey. Here's to hoping the stains come out.


And here's to also hoping that she would STOP GROWING SO FAST. She knows WAY too much - things I don't even know how she knows. Hey Mom, take a load off, I got this. Uhhhhh! My child!

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