I want to blog but I'm currently buried under piles of laundry, dishes, and work-related crap. Send help. Please.
***I'm so desperate I'm crying uncle and letting the baby play with the dirty shoes. It makes him happy and I have to say "no" a lot less...a win-win.***
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
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That's why God made immune systems. And wine. And probably vodka.
What's wrong with playing with dirty shoes?
Yesterday i watched M. ingest some chocolate that had been under the seat of the car for a very long time. I had hands full & could not stop him in time...so the question becomes, how much dirt can you eat before it actually becomes a problem? It is an ongoing experiment in this household...
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