10 Jun I swear the legs are in my teeth
What’s worse than finding a dead mosquito on your delicious homemade grilled pickle-olive-ricotta pizza whilst playing cribbage on the porch?
Finding half a dead mosquito on your delicious homemade grilled pickle-olive-ricotta pizza.
Why I’m writing about it here?
My gagging and dry heaves followed by flossing and frantic toothbrushing led to Baby A-A’s first hiccups, I think. Subtle but rhythmic movement from the little guy. Sweet.
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