Wednesday, September 29, 2010


This morning I hid from B. He wanted to play whiffleball, and I wanted a break from the ENDLESS "mommy go get da ball!" So I hid, watching him through windows and cracks in doors. Sometimes crouching. Sometimes bolting when he headed my way. Sort of like a navy seal. But more like a deranged, bad mama.

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