Although I have just recently crossed into the Land o’ the Second Trimester it feels as though I’ve set up camp in the Uncomfortable Desert of the Third.
Avelyn has taken to dumping whole bowls of soup on the floor at lunch time. She knows this is unacceptable and is just being a little turd about it.
It’s been a heavy few days here at kickyboots.com, hey? All this talk of childhood obesity and wounds which mar the souls of our youth and, most recently, mention of slaughterhouses and cruelty to animals.
Brace yourselves. An image is about to appear below that may very well haunt your dreams and frighten your children.
I got a schwack of hair cut off today and it feels good. I have been tired of the bulky mat at the nape of my neck and this new style is light and free and will take one-quarter the time to blow dry and manage.
Avelyn still has a bottle. Nay, Avelyn still has a love affair with a bottle.