Yeah, yeah, yeah. I guess once you mosey down the hall without assistance (trying to get the toy your sister is deliberately keeping out of your reach), you are officially "walking". And therefore, officially a "toddler". Hmph.
(Seriously - WHY? WHY MUST HE BREAK MY HEART LIKE THIS? YOU ARE THE LAST BABY, DAMMIT! CAN'T YOU JUST LAY THERE AND LOOK CUTE? WHY MUST YOU GROW UP? Ugh. Any day now the "Why? Why? Why? will start. And I'll be dooooooomed.)
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I could have named this "Here Comes a Toddler!", but it's basically the same thing.
I could have named this "Here Comes a Toddler!", but it's basically the same thing.
Me
- Jenn
- Napoli, Italy
- Help! I'm being held hostage by tiny little terrorists. They force me to feed them, wipe them, and read the same books over and over and over and....
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