Now that my son is pseudo-crawling all around the joint (like, right now), I'm going to spend my days chasing him and removing objects I don't want ruined, eaten, or ripped to shreds as he attempts to create some sort of cataclysmic disaster zone?
Like papers and cords (with electricity running through them-- why are they so coveted?) and cell phones and cords. Did I mention cords?
Okay, just checking.
Send Excedrin. And chocolate.
(No, I'm not being literal about the Excedrin or chocolate-- mom and Kay.)
1 day ago