all I could talk about was baby crap.
I'd be talking about breast-feeding or something
and at the same time be thinking...
Oh my gosh, Alexis, shut up
you are boring the hell out of this person.
I kind of feel like my blog is falling
down that deep dark boring hole.
And Im sorry.
but this is pretty much Ginger's baby book.
So here goes another entry.
I'll call this...
The Baby Gate Tragedy.
She thinks, I'd like to go downstairs now.
I'll just open this gate and be on my way.
(note, the latch is up, but thanks to baby proofing- she still has to lift the gate and pull at the same time to open that sucker, and believe you me...if that happened, the title of this would be; My daughter- the genius)
What the what?!?!
This is baloney,
keeping a girl all locked up like this.
I'll just reach up and
push that button and I'll be on my way.
Woe is me!
Why isn't the button pushing working!
Okay. think Ginger...
maybe if I squeeze my head through here..
Nope, that didn't work.
Hey, there's mom. I'll just stare at her
until she opens it.
And that's when I say,
No, sweetheart. We don't need to go downstairs right now.
Wha?!?! You're ruining me life!!
I thought I'd have to do a lot more
to ruin my daughter's life.
Like tell her she can't date until she's 16.