
One of my babies is turning 3 (officially. Though to her, she's 3 when she has a party.)
On the way home from the grocery store, twenty minutes ago, she opened the car door nearest her, and I nearly had a heart attack. Fortunately a multi-colored bouncy ball was the only real casualty of the incident, but let's just say I started drinking as soon as we made it home. If nerves could be shot, mine would be.
I don't know why I'm writing about this, probably because it makes me feel less terrible for having forgotten to lock the car doors. Like if I admit it, it's not as bad. weird. I think I do that a lot. Not here, but in real life I mean.
Oh yeah, Kara was totally born on Drew and Anicia's wedding day. I was pissed that we were missing their wedding! haha! i'm crazy when i have babies.



