A place for Mrs. B to brag about her (wonderful) kids, share her recipes, keep her writing muscles loose and learn more about photography as she documents life for friends and family across the country.
Monday, January 14, 2013
We were on time, doing great. Until Jack had to poop. And somehow he peepeed his pants and underpants. And the floor. Massively. And knocked Evie spr
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