On Wednesday afternoon, Number 7 had woken up from her nap, but she was still up in her crib. Everyone was home from school, and I just wanted to empty the dishwasher before I went and got her. At almost 18 months old, she is in the g0-straight-for-the-knives-in-the-dishwasher-when-you-are-trying-to-unload-it phase. But she was kind of crying. So I asked […]
Not Your Average Mom
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