One-Eyed, One-Hand Crying Little-People Feeder

I’m starting the year off with a bang. Friday night, I put my contacts in a case and discovered my saline bottle was empty. I grabbed an open bottle from under the sink thinking it was fairly fresh and squirted some in my case. Saturday morning, I discovered the painful way that the saline¬†expired¬†three years…

Revenge Almost Helps

While I was posting about today’s adventure, Elijah came and told me about his recent bath drama. I’m enjoying his adorable little vocabulary. Actually, Brian carried the sad little boy to me. Here is the traumatic account in the words of a two-year-old: Mom, Eeya (Ian), pour warm wadder on mine head. Me pour warm…