we really did have a Christmas. I just can't bring myself to tackle it.
This picture, however, I can handle. I came home from some errands today to find this in my kitchen. Don't worry, Albert was home. Not only is she sleeping on cold tile but she has wet herself and is laying in the puddle. I have a feeling this would have been a bad time for CPS to walk in. This is what happens when you are 2 and you decide you have to wake up in the middle of the night crying inconsolably for your pink pony.
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