My little tiny peanut is turning the big O-N-E in a few days. 8 to be exact.
Let’s take a moment.
Last week my girl came home with a daycare funk. I got it 12 hours later. Andy 12 hours later. Grammy 24 hours after that. Phooey.
My girl started to feel better pretty much as I started vomming.
So I made her get a head start on her chores, starting with putting away the diapers. No, she does not get allowance.
This is her new favorite place. Approximately
534 2 feet from the ground with a cliff. Panic ever?
Me no likey.
Sweater weather happened. For a second, at least.
My girl does not like broccoli. I love broccoli. I just don’t get it…
There were boo-boos this week. Tears and ouchies. Some of the tears were from mini-tantrums. Hello, parenthood.
We pulled out some of my old books this week. She’s too young for this one yet, but I can’t wait.
Bedtime does not.
Girl loves Nilla wafers and graham crackers, too.
Happy Friday :)