While I was baking these yummy things for breakfast this morning, here's what went down:
My sweet little one week away from being a one year old, master walker, avid explorer, and expert tantrum thrower got into the trash can no less than five times. When she came to me covered in coffee grounds, it was time to put the trash in the laundry room. Check. Wipe down baby. Check.
Then, she started digging through my purse. Take away my iphone. Check.
Want to play with my makeup bag? Harmless, sure. Until I realize she is EATING some grape flavored lip gloss. Big chunks of it all over her face. Throw away the lip gloss. Check. Wipe down baby... again. Check.
Wanna help Mama make some beer bread? Kate sits on the counter (loser parenting at its finest) while I mix and pour. In go her hands, covered in beer bread goo. Wipe down baby... again. Now, her hands smell like beer.
So, you know what she settled for? Sitting on the counter playing with the corkscrew. Don't report me. Sometimes, you just gotta pick your battles, ya know?
And that, my friends, is how any given HALF HOUR looks around here these days.
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