Busy, busy, busy.
Football.
Dance.
Gymnastics.
Piano.
Work.
Laundry.
Dishes.
Over and over and over again.
Like the movie Groundhog's Day.
Funnily enough, The Husband's birthday is on Groundhog's Day.
Coincidence? I think not.
The Baby, she walks now. So go piss up a rope Mother-In-Law.
What does that even mean?
Anyway, so yeah, The Baby walks.
But she also talks to her feet.
As in, "I think my foot is a phone and I will babble into it like
Nobody's
business. And I don't care if people give you funny looks that are really thinly veiled attacks your parenting skills. Neener, neener."