Well, the cute person who made that footprint is about to send me to the loony bin. At this point I'd just be glad to get some alone time in my padded cell. Maybe some uninterrupted sleep?
She has boogers running down her face. She wants me to hold her, but then while I have her in my arms, she'll try to peel my hands off her, like really, mom? do you HAVE to be touching me?
Even though she keeps throwing all her food onto the floor, enraged, I still think she is sweet. And I know that she probably just feels like there is a big clump of sand in her diaper. Rubbing her biscuits raw.
I took these pictures. I made this stuff with my own two hands. I wrote these words. It's just a bunch of craziness, but it's what in this noggin. If you're going to use any of my stuff for your own stuff, just ask me. (I'm sure I'll say yes. I'm nice like that.) And a little linkie love never hurt anyone if you know what I'm sayin;)