The photo on the First Years child gate box, the one of the child happily smiling, peering through the gate while his mother is in the next room working, is highly deceptive and, for that matter, complete bunk.
As is evidenced while Sam lies on the other side of our First Years gate screaming bloody murder (perhaps practicing Lizzy Borden's ritual in the mirror when I'm not looking?) because my attention has been divided.
Alas.
I'm about to launch some "Mommy articles" and this is the beginning of the first. Hats off to me, my aching back, the number of Aleve I take each day and the fact that Sam let's me run with him in the rain. He's so cool.
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just been catching up on your blogs, I got myself my own damn blogspot, but have absolutely no idea what to do with it. I still have been playing on myspace quite a bit. May go see the hives this weekend....do you have a babysitter?
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