It's official that I am turning my kid into me.
We're hosting a BBQ today, and while I was helping the Hubs get things together, he realized there was a broke part on his kegerator. Which of course, is travesty for a BBQ. He ran off to the keg store (haha, there IS such a place) to get a replacement part while I am here with the wee babe trying to wrap some things up.
I am making s'mores bars, and while trying to keep N from getting too upset about sitting in her high chair, I may or may not have fed her chocolate.
I mean, she might as well get used to it now.
Don't tell the Hubs.
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