Pizza-Flavored Babies

Because “Farley” can’t get enough of his baby brother Hammond. And he ate pizza. And none of my kids wipe their mouths after dinner. So smooch that.

BTW, I have been walking every day this week! Shout out to my DH who holds the baby when he’s home from work so that I can get my exercise in for the day. For some reason, Baby doesn’t want me to put him down during the day. Ugh. I mean, it’s wonderful to hold and cuddle our last little baby, but I tend to sit and look at all that needs to be done. At the very least, would be nice to get clean dishes. It is forcing me to delegate more to the kids, which I should have been doing for the last eighteen years anyways.

I have my eye on “Sweet Freedom” for the song I might buy at the end of the week!

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