Last night, I laid Nathan down to entertain himself while I did dishes. About 5 min later, I heard a scream. I mean, bone-piercing scream. Naturally, I ran to pick him up. I discovered he had scooted himself away from his tummy time and next to the space heater. Oh, no, right? Yeah, he had burns on the fingers of his left hand. Poor baby boy ( Read more... )

( Read more... )

I don't feel good. Knowing that it was related to hunger, because I'm like an eating machine, I came downstairs to heat up some of the LOADS of orange chicken I made for Daniel earlier tonight (well, technically yesterday evening, but really...). I was feeling especially glad that I'd motivated myself to actually make the chicken, and threw a small ( Read more... )