Mean Mommy

My child just told me I am the meanest Mommy. And, for this distinguished honor, I will no longer be receiving night-night kisses or allowed to read to him.
I don’t think he knows how cute he is when he’s on a tirade.
For some reason a baby with an ear infection and cutting molars just doesn’t want to be photographed. Perhaps, when the drugs kick in… The good news, he’s…
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Why a three year-old needs a barricade (you might wonder)? To keep Barricade (the Transforming Decepticon) out of his room, of course.
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