This thorn in my side highchair has reappeared in my kitchen in the last month. Its fun when babies get to that stage when they can sit up in a chair and join in on dinner, but come on people, this chair isn't helping me to not stub my toes on things. It is ALWAYS in my way. I have a small kitchen with no real spots to put it, so no matter where I put the dumb thing I'm tripping over it, or moving it to get into the fridge, or moving it to do laundry. I cannot win with this chair. But then I put a cute and chubtastic boy in it and I don't mind so much. He doesn't mind either, as long as I give him toys and crackers.
Sometimes I have some profound crap to say. Other times you will be forced to look at pictures of my adorable children while I talk about how cute I know they are. I'm often prone to crazy run-on sentences and I enjoy starting sentences with the word "and". If you don't like that, well I don't care, cause I'm pretty sure the only one who reads this blog is my mom.