Today when we went to the grocery store, K chose a York Peppermint Patty as her treat. When I put her into her carseat, I asked if I could have a bite. She graciously offered to share, and when I handed it back to her she did a double-take and said, "Whoa, Mom. Big bite. Really big bite." Back off, baby. Mom needs it.
It's been a week since I posted here, guys. A week! Last Friday we were featured on BlogHer and to celebrate our newfound blogosphere superstardom I . . . did nothing. (Ha! Well, that's not true. I did about eight million things. Alas, none of them were blog-related. The real world, much like the baby and her judgment w/r/t the amount of chocolate I put into my mouth at any one time, needs to back the heck off. Got it, real world?)
At any rate: I have almost all of my work-work done for the week, I managed to not fall off the interstate on-ramp today despite the dramatic fashion in which I slipped and slid all the way down it with a toddler going "whee!" in the backseat, a new episode of Parks and Rec is on TV, and we're only hours away from the weekend. Things could be worse.