So, If I’m the Present, Who’s the Cake?

Wrapping paper bow hair accessories! What better way to remind ourselves on those rascally days that our rascally children are a gift?
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Wrapping paper bow hair accessories! What better way to remind ourselves on those rascally days that our rascally children are a gift?
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I did not have chubby babies. My babies were the kind of babies that drew judging comments from little old ladies about what I should be feeding them.
I know it’s hard to believe, Old Woman, but just because I’m chubby NOW doesn’t mean chubby’s in my genes!
*harrumph*
(I can’t stop looking at the wrist chubs – SO! CUTE!)
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“The freshest milk in town” indeed. I much prefer the diner analogy to the milking cow analogy.
Yes, we nursing mothers may FEEL like our teats are exploding, but no post-birth, hormonally crazed mother wants to be referred to as a 1,500 lb bovine.
Diners are much cuter, don’t you think?
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