My lands. I just went outside to toss an entirely reasonable number of empties into the recycling bin and nearly caught on fire.
Had a playdate with Jodi and Michael yesterday; a playdate that ended with me sort of...camping out at their house for a really long time, well past reasonable playdate hours for various complicated reasons, one of which is that I'm an asshole who doesn't really plan her days all that well. And I think that is perfectly illustrated in this photo:
That's my kid, eating another kid's dinner, wearing a dishrag for a bib.
Luckily Michael seemed more than happy to share.
Did you know that 2.5 year olds are like, fully formed little people? Who don't sit in high chairs or use bibs and can like, TELL you that they don't want their little lion, they want their BIG lion, and also about the time they saw a polar bear at the zoo?
Noah spent most of our time at Jodi's playing with a bag of Dungeon & Dragons dice. Oh, and playing in a fort that her husband made for the boys after he got home from work, because you know, I WAS STILL THERE FOR SOME REASON. I DON'T KNOW EITHER.
And now a lighter moment in the life of Noah, Dungeon Master.
About 10 minutes later I found him dunking the bottle in my coffee mug. Am guessing Smushie Baby wanted something a little stronger than Invisible Milks.
(By the way, I do realize that by admitting publicly that my kid doesn't talk, I also have no choice but to be honest about the origins of the name Smushie Baby and her Invisible Milks. It was...uh...Jason! Jason named her that. Totally.)