Nothing evokes horror more than the sweet babbling of my angel baby as she reaches to me in the darkness to caress my face. She’s not tired, it’s 3 am, and she has grand plans that include seducing me.
This untimely display of affection is also equally horrifying during nap time. In which the critical five minutes required to zip tie and ready the little one for sleep is EXACTLY enough time for the other one to eat an entire jar of green sprinkles. Do you know how many tablespoons of sprinkles are toxic to a three-year old? I do.