Technically I probably have a couple somewhere... in the garage. Which means I don't have one. I was judged by one old lady. I should have told her I was much more concerned about my boots than my child getting a little wet. I didn't think that would go over very well, though so I just said I didn't have one.
|awful picture at 14.5 weeks.|
Also, it turns out that getting your child to say poopy... way easier than saying cheese. Turns out... you shouldn't teach them that. Also, it turns out that 14.5 week pictures are hideous. Just sayin.
It also turns out that I have entered the gateway drug of ice cream as I bought 3 kinds at the grocery store. Plus heath bar klondike bars. And we had queso for dinner. Yah, I just said that. For DINNER. It had meat and black beans and was only 2% cheese. I say success.