Campbell got the Princess treatment back in the day. Complete with the Grita-made high chair cover, handy stick to the table placemat, and the Clorox wipes pre-treatment of any surface her little hands, let alone MOUTH might come in contact with. Not to mention that I was fully armed back then with every toddler snack and sippy cup known to man kind. Poor Stratty.
Refried beans, goldfish, and water out of the non-disinfected rim of my water glass at Serano's. He did not have tortilla dipped in bean juice... but I did briefly consider it. I did have a baby spoon in the MAKE-UP bag in my purse. To which the Diva inquired:
Mommy, why you have a spoon in there with OUR lipstick?
Hmmm... good question. Just call it Super-Mothering!
Happy 9 birth-month-iversary, Stratton!
Peace out and love,
Mother of the Year
2 comments:
Obviously Stratty needs more fiber.
That is one cute wood chuck is all I have to say. Give him more to eat!
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