Whatever I can eat standing at the kitchen counter with a baby in my arms. Seriously, I just inhaled 1/2 a peanut butter sandwich, some dried fruit, and a glass of milk with BabyK screaming in a Bjorn strapped to my chest -- having previously rejected the crib, play pen, swing and carseat. (No, he's not hungery, wet, etc. He just wants to cuddle. That is he's wanted to cuddle since 4AM today.) Then again, I think that was breakfast.
Now that he's fallen asleep, I'm going to attempt to sort my tax papers with the baby in the Bjorn.
Now that he's fallen asleep, I'm going to attempt to sort my tax papers with the baby in the Bjorn.
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