I admit I get frustrated trying to lose those last 10 pounds, but Blake did this, not me.
A short but interesting phase: for about 2 weeks you just never knew what you would find in there when you went to change a diaper. He would stuff anything from matchbox cars to cheezits down there. I guess the kid needs some pockets.
So annoying. I had cleaned/made the boys clean their room just the day before. Why do I bother? Sometimes I feel like Sisyphus!
