Today's my birthday. Huh.
To celebrate, we're going to Gymboree. And then I'll do some laundry. Tonight I might take a bath.
I know. Hold me back, for I am completely out of control.
There are new posts up at ClubMom and AlphaMom. I curse vaguely in one, and refer to someone as a "jackbutt" in the other. Oh, and then I went and piled as many expletives as I could into a post about a Disney movie over at MamaPop.
As for this site? Bleh. It's my birthday. Did you not read about all those fabulous plans? Here are a few Christmas photos, and now I am DONE WITH THEE.
He's all, "Okay, I'll give you this one photo, but that's it."
"However, this one is messed up and it's all you."
A few seconds after his first M & M.
"LET ME OPEN SOMETHING ALREADY OH MY GOD."
"Is it socks? Please don't be socks."
A disgusting, excessive amount of loot, and seriously, whenever I talked about my baby being "overstimulated" prior to Monday I had NO IDEA WHAT I WAS TALKING ABOUT.
Me shooting the sort of thrilling home video that will never, ever be watched again.
Tomorrow: the All Dog & Cat Holiday Revue, In Response To Your Many Requests of Yeah, Your Kid is Kind of Cute and All, But We'd Like Some Evidence That You Have Not Sold the Cat For His Tender Mushy Belly Meat.