This week started with another trip to the vet for my baby. Turns out, she had a GI infection. One hundred dollars later and we left with medicine and a promise toward less sightings of Mrs. Poopypants
The little guy has totally been into "dreams" lately. To be honest, I had no idea even knew what it meant to dream. But he does. And turns out, he remembers them. And his biggest dream, always revolves around firemen.
We also discovered that the little guy loves Popsicles. Now, I hadn't had one of them for years...but once you start you can't quit. And I hate to admit that our nightly routine consists of dinner and a Popsicle.
Say, are those Mommy's socks on the little guy. The little guy was born with massive feet. And the scary part, they continue to get bigger and bigger.
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