So it’s February, how did that happen? I guess that means Tillie will be one in less than three months, she’s already lost that new baby smell… sniff. She has also hit that fear of strangers milestone, and my smiley happy, lovey baby has turned into the kid who roles he eyes at strangers and quietly blinks “fuck you” in Morse code. Sucks for her because she is also super adorable so we are stopped constantly by strangers who ask “Can you smile for me pretty girl?” and Tillie stares them down blinking back “I hate you stranger of Walmart”. That probably means the end of her baby modeling career…which I haven’t gotten around to starting, but I’ve been thinking about it.
|“If you HAVE to talk to me at least address me by my full title, Princess Tillie Poops”|
|Nothing makes a grown woman cry like stepping on a pile of these when you’re up making a bottle at 4am, except maybe Disney movies, Super Bowl commercials about horses, and everything else in the whole world… damn you hormones!!|