Let’s hear it for Dallas for giving us 31 days of GoldenGrams fun. Way to go!
Some of you have suggested that I now take a turn and do 31 days worth of posts. I make a pledge to you–I will do 31 posts*!
*Of course, I never said they would be 31 CONSECUTIVE posts…
You know it’s going to be a bad day when, before you’re even fully awake, you’ve had to stick your hand in the toilet.
The other night I got up to go to the bathroom. I didn’t have my glasses on or contacts in which means I’m nearly blind. However, I noticed something white on the floor. I figured it was a stray piece of toilet paper. I picked it up and chucked it in the toilet. Then I heard somewhat of a substantial splash.
That’s when I realized I had just disposed of one of Brooke’s socks. Ugh.
Aren’t toddlers supposed to be the ones putting things in the toilet that don’t belong?
One of Brooke’s favorite words to say is “stuck.” Dallas and I have been amazed at how often that word comes up in her vocabulary. Maybe we shouldn’t be so surprised. After all, she is constantly getting herself into predicaments such as this:
Here she is stuck between the piano and the piano bench.
She’s also sporting three of her favorite things–
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