I love those blocks I bought at the craft fair, but they're kind of freaking me out.
Anybody else's kitchen looks like this, or is it just me?
Instead of cleaning it, I thought I'd just blog about how messy it is.
We still need two gift exchange gifts and some stocking stuffers, which my husband is in charge of shopping for. He is playing hide-and-seek with McBeano.
And when I started this post, which was going to be about French Toast casserole, I started digging through pictures on my computer and I came across these ones from 12 short months ago.
Did the beast who is running circles around my house right now ever really slobber in a bumbo on the counter?
Who is this kid and what did he do with that fuzzy duckling baby?
I really liked that baby.
He never undressed the bottom three feet of my Christmas tree.
Or re-set the dishwasher and then yelled "Uh ohhhhh, MAMA, a NO NO!"
Nope, that baby was a little angel. And he was teeny.
I feel a little sad now.
But it's time to snap out of it, because didn't you hear?