It was for real, unjust annoyance, cake

Ok, I decided to go in because if the poop diap was for real, the thought of O’s attempting to sleep in it was really repulsive. Today he was not “tricking Mommy”- cheers for honesty, Oliver!
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Can I just emphasize my very strong sense that any form of acne after the age of 25 seems grossly unfair. I do not appreciate having a zit on my forehead right now. Anyone worth her salt who has successfully reached her mid-30s deserves clear skin. Eff!
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On a culinary note, the making of my Cinco de Mayo Mango Tres Leches Cake will commence this evening. Here are some of the mouth-watering ingredients: ripe mango (lots of it), coconut milk, sweet condensed milk, Cognac, cinnamon and cream. Oh me, oh my!

"Mommy, a poopie diapie"- am I being punk'd by my 2 yr old?

I am 95% sure I am being tricked right now as I did not go in for the “more milk” plea that immediately preceded the poopie diapie claim. Here’s one of the little parenting dilemmas that even if someone told you you’d experience, you’d never believe it until you’re smack in the situation. Do you try to assert your parental dominion by not going in because you already said, “have a good nap, I’ll see you afterwards” and you sure don’t want to set up the “I’ll come in if you say the right things” dynamic? Yes, definitely. But you also know that you also don’t want a terrible nap and raging diaper rash after said terrible nap just because you’ve already gotten in bed yourself and really just don’t want to get out. Hmm…

For the love of girlfriends

Today was a veritable bonanza of quality girl-pal time. Can I just reiterate how many cool women I’ve met in DC?! Go nation’s capital- you might not have very good public schools, no Congressional representation (but thank you for all you do, Eleanor Holmes Norton) and seemingly shoddy asphalt, even when new, but you do attract some fascinating citizens!

I would like to wax rhapsodic about my g-friends some more, but as I’m flat on my back in bed with one eye already shut, I think I need to call it a day. Suffice it to say that I love y’all but am arse-tired.