Lemonade Living

Zesty is doing much better at going to bed when he's told without an argument or a fit, thanks for asking.

Just in case you knew or suspected that my perfect little angel was giving me the ceremonial key to Crazytown.

Oh, and he has a shiner on top of a shiner on his left eye.  He decided to get out of the bathtub sooner than I was ready for him, and slipped on the floor. Landed right on his cheekbone.  And then the next day he was swinging Pinky, and turned his head to tell me something just as the swing came back and hit him right in the same spot.

Poor kid. He's burdened with my stubborn AND clumsy genes.

But this is what we saw Friday night about ten minutes after Daddy tucked him in.

HILARIOUS.