Yeah?

Isaac just deposited a large, warm glob of partially digested milk and drool on my chest. To keep it from running between my boobs I had to perform a maneuver that any gymnast would be proud of. And I was actually happy about this because none of it landed on my adorable baby. It's a lot easier to change my shirt than his.

mmmm babies

You know how some people threaten to eat babies. Such as, "you are so cute, I could just eat you up" said in a high pitched voice. Well I have decided if I were to eat Isaac he would take like warm buttermilk pancakes.*



See even he thinks he tastes good

*no need to worry, I don't even think we have syrup in the house.

sleeping beauties

I could do that

I feel that I am always jumping on the caboose of bandwagons. I am not even sure what a bandwagon is.