Cara and I got up a bit late today (7:30) and for some reason, I was in a rip roaring mood to cook us bacon and eggs.
You know what I’m talking about. Fry the bacon up until it’s golden and then you plop in a couple of eggs until the edges are crisp. My mouth is watering as I type this.
Apparently the bacon gods weren’t having it.
I had everything ready to go. My cast iron skillet was warming up and the eggs were patiently waiting on the counter.
I grabbed the bacon out of the fridge and instantly saw that something was amiss; my bacon was growing green stuff!
What the fuck?!
We bought this bacon maybe three days ago! Sad times.
So, instead of yummy, yummy bacon and eggs, I had coffee and Cara had cheese, carrots and boob.
Oh well.
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Can someone explain to me why my child has taken to talking in her crib?
Our nighttime routine goes something like this:
Dinner around 5:30 pm
Cara runs around like a loon for a bit
At 7 pm she gets a bath
Bedtime is 8 pm.
Normally, she moans and groans for about twenty minutes and then she passes out.
For the past couple of nights, I put her to bed and she fusses for a short period of time and then starts talking to herself.
She’s not upset. She’s not pissed. She’s just talking.
It’s a bit disconcerting to be sitting in the living room listening to my nine month old happily babbling away for 45 minutes.
Anyone else’s kid do this?
