Forget me trying to crawl, mom. I'm gunna skip straight to flying.

Is it white or clear?

I think you have to be a mom to appreciate this one.

MOLLY: Him puke over his cow.
ME (Not wanting to get up): Are you sure? Is it white or clear.
MOLLY: It's white.
ME (Sighing): I'm coming.

When stressed, eat cake. Logan agrees. So does Molly.

Look at that little sneaky guy....

Damage done by Logan.

Molly's turn to poke at the frosting.

And how does he manage to do it?

I want to know how does a kid manage to spit up* on every piece of my clothing--pajama pants (behind the knee), long sleeve tee under a short sleeve one (on one arm and down the front), AND on BOTH socks? I have no clue.

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*PS I should add that Logan is OK! He is just a wee bit lactose intolerant and spit-up is common for him; I just don't understand how he manages to get it all over every item of my clothing!

I know it's 3 AM in the morning, Momma, but cuteness like this just doesn't sleep.

When a face like this looks up at your in 3 o'clock in the morning, sleep just doesn't seem to matter all that much. Oh, Logan, Mommy loves you sooo sooo soo much!

You got me wrapped around your finger.

You know you're a mommy writer when you've got a baby in one arm and a laptop power cord wrapped around the other. And not to mention the mop of messy mom hair.

He's finally starting to entertain himself.

So, Chris took off Logan's socks this morning so his feet could air out--for such tiny little baby feet, they really did stink. Me, being the lazy mom that I am, just left them off all day because I didn't feel like hunting through two laundry baskets and the [dirty] clothes hamper looking for two tiny itty-bitty socks that matched. This early afternoon I put him down for a nap (still without socks), and after a while I ended up going in there to check on him because the MOM ALARM went off--BEEP BEEP! Child who only naps for 20 minutes at a time has now been sleeping for 21 minutes!! (I exaggerate here, of course, he sleeps for about 30 minutes at a time now, and about 45 minutes had passed)--and so when I went in there and noticed his little legs in the air--he had his toes in his fingers clutches! He discovered his toes are playthings today and he must have entertained himself with them for at least 15 minutes without having to have me in his face.

I hereby declare from this day forward for the sake of Mommy and Daddy's sanity, all socks are banned.