NYC
still where we live.
Christopher Robin, Christopher Robin do you have to poop?
My husband’s morning song to my son.
make a wish.
hi pops
i miss you. today i thought about how you liked to play the jukebox with your drum sticks. that also made me think about the blood on the pool table from the fight that broke out in your bar. you told me that a lady with long blonde hair had a chunk pulled out and than she fought back with a ball. the white ball. i was 9.
I’m back. And I’m fabulous.
it’s meltdown day.
The laundry people cannot be stopped!
“In my country we don’t carry baby like this (referring to the way my carrier is), we carry in a fabric like this (she motions a cradle hold) it’s better for their backs because they’re so small”
The wife of the laundry man that bugs the hell out of me.
Justin (shitmydadsays) on Twitter
H.O. sent me this link and I think I can say I like something on twitter.
Diary of a 7 week birthday
oh what the hell.
holy cuteness. my dog and my husband.
if i include a photo of my baby tumblr.com might explode.
