9:00 PM B.M.

30 Oct

Every single night. Little A. I am trying to work, blog, watch TV, anything.


“What, baby?”

“I got poo poos.”

Sigh. “Why do you always wait until Daddy goes to the gym?”

“Because I have to. Change my poo poos!”

Sigh. Every. Single. Night.


3 Responses to “9:00 PM B.M.”

  1. kirsty815 October 30, 2008 at 9:56 pm #

    Awww he’s like clockwork t’hee hee hee. It’s cute now, not so cute when he’s ten..lol


  2. Sammanthia October 31, 2008 at 7:43 am #

    Oh, that is so aggravating, isn’t it! Ryerson will ignore me for hours, and as soon as I sit down to do anything, he comes at me with wipes or Candyland. Every. Single. Time.


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