It occurs to me that lately this seems to have morphed from a Mommy Blog into a “rant about things I didn’t even know I was mad about” blog (seriously, who sneers at Band-Aid? High five for so cleverly and roundly beating a 25-years dead horse who helped starving children, me!). And while it’s been tremendously cathartic at a stressful time and offered an outlet for me to blather about non-baby-related things, I think we all need to remember just whose crazy toddler gymnastics (actually, more pro wrestling — she’s got a Rey Mysterio*-esque dropkick), goofball antics and extreme, turn-it-up-to-11 general awesomeness this blog was created to celebrate.
Happy Birthday, my Sweet Sweet. You are one of America’s foremost toddler citizens, and it’s a pleasure and an honor to be run ragged trailing after you. And thank you for occasionally sleeping.
*It’s shocking that I know stuff about pro wrestling, isn’t it? I’m always shocked.