I just spent a strange night of cleaning. I cleaned out the fireplace, scrubbed crayon marks off the wall, and cleaned the kitchen. And then I was like, that's it? What else can I do? I thought "nesting" was folding baby socks or something.
Oh gosh. I'm watching this movie called Murderball. I know, it sounds questionable but it's about quadriplegic rugby. It's fascinating. And it keeps on making me cry.
Anyway, Lily has been a pistol today. She shook milk out of her sippy cup into one of her bowls and gave it to BG to drink. I appreciated her thoughtfulness and intelligence but not the mess. You know? It's not really something you can get mad over. She's just growing and changing and driving her parents nuts. :)
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