Is it over yet?
For the love of all that is spooky, are we done with Halloween?
I know I sound like the Grinch, but I deserve a break. I was the bullseye for some massive projectile vomit yesterday. Now, I know that many moms have been thrown up on by their infants and I feel for them. But I also feel for me because it wasn't the baby that threw up on me; instead, it was a 33 lb two-year-old.
Disgusting.
I should have known something was amiss when I heard Auggie crying only an hour into his nap. I went to his door and found him peering pretty pitifully over the gate. (You might recall from a few weeks back that we transitioned to the toddler rail. This random walking around the room is an unfortunate byproduct of such a switch.)
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