Oh yeah, feed the baby, burp the baby, watch the baby spit up, watch the spit up roll straight down the cavern of the cleavage. Oh yeah.
Gift of the Magi
On Thursday, Scout was strung out. I could tell that he was having trouble because testosterone brings on less instant maternal instincts than the ovaries do. Well, that and he hasn’t done things like sing “The Ants Go Marching” for 45 minutes while trying to get Aly to go to sleep, he hasn’t ever been alone in a house with a hungry baby and a slow bottle warmer, things like.. Read More