Baby bottoms are the cutest thing you have ever seen, as long as you are *not* the parent of said child. Unfortunately, the full moon at my house is connected to the fruit of my loins. Damn. So that means that I am stuck chasing a nearly two year old around the house with a diaper in my hand.
I am waffling back and forth between grabbing a roll of duct tape and trying to teach a toddler a “no more naked butts” rule. Both are clear indicators of my stellar mothering abilities. Any suggestions?
LET’S GO TO A PARTY
VACATIONS
WHY BABBLE.COM MAKES ME CRAZY
GIVE MAMA MONEY