This is probably one of those things that only a mom could appreciate, but this just cracks me up! Every Saturday morning, BF gets both girls a bag of donut holes (or “dot-dots,” as Baby A calls them) for a special treat for breakfast. She carefully removes one dot-dot at a time from her little white bag, and takes ONE bite out of each one. Not just a normal bite either; the teeniest, tiniest little mouse bite out of each one (look closely). Then she’s all done. Once a donut hole is bitten, its not good anymore.
that is heeeelarious!
one more thought! George Strait…we are going to go see him come heck or high water. brian refused to take me to see him so i told him that you and i would go…he said, "have fun". george straight and the eagles!