Remember back when I was selling the babies for a million dollars…..well now they’re free! Any takers?

How in the world does a 7 month old already know how to throw temper tantrums?!!? Nobody warned me about his.

Why oh why won’t they nap? And I don’t want to hear that maybe they are not tired…..tell them that as they scream and cry bloody murder from being tired.  Do you think a little JD in their bottles would do any harm?

I suspect that the man (or woman) upstairs hates mother’s by teasing them into thinking things are getting good only to pull the rug right out from under them.

And how in the world can such cute babies cause me to want to gouge my ear drums out!?!

All I can say is it’s FRIDAY and Jeff is on baby duty tomorrow while I attend Ang’s baby shower! Yippee! I may come home to find he ran off with the maid. Oh wait! We don’t have a maid….or a Scooba….Henry’s life was short and sweet. Stupid Scooba came and went…oh you poor defective robot!