I've noticed that it's easier to blog when things are happening, and more specifically, when things are going wrong. I mean, it's just kind of boring to write that we had a good day, minimal tantrums and so on. But on the other hand I don't want to wish for disasters because that's just crazy. Then tonight Bear threw up all over the carpet ten minutes after he was out of the bath and in his jammies. I literally sat and watched him for a good six or seven seconds while he erupted like Mt. Vesuvius. Throw up tends to render me a little immobile. Now I'm hoping I can convince Kent to take me to breakfast tomorrow since he was at work and missed all the fun.
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