If I were a religious sort, I would probably fall down upon my knees and PRAY for some transcendental power to bestow upon me, the strength to play with my son after a full day of work.
LORDY.
This is hard.
I'm propping my eyelids up with toothpicks just to see if Owen is still within my "catch-him-before-he-chokes-on-that-piece-of-(fill-in-the-blank)" range.
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This is why I enjoy Camp Carly so much! The babies play together, we hang out and talk to them and each other, much easier. You can come here any time, too.
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