Of course I top it all off with a fruity puff and a big ole' kiss.
Since I was off, I really needed to get a good cleaning in and I cleaned so hard I broke the handle on my swiffer. It's not like it came apart and I could click it back together. It actually broke.
This was on Sunday before the big "diagnosis" on Monday. Being the windiest day of the month, I'm sure it didn't help matters. But he was a big boy his first time in a swing.
My new purchase. Should've done this a long time ago. And since when do they make high chairs with blinking and singing toys that click into the tray. Genius!
More pictures from Super Bulldog Weekend.
By the way, as we speak it is my 26th birthday and it's 8:15 p.m. I'm on the computer blogging. I'm such a mom.
You know, my mom always asks me if I can print out my blog so that she can show her mom, and I always kind of blow it off. But that is such a great idea. I'll print it out one of these days so I can show Ryder how proud I am of him... and also how much I bragged about him.