Sunday, September 11, 2011

Day 197: "I don't want child protective services called because it looks like we keep him in the basement and throw raw beef at him every once in awhile"

This is how I described Dorian's state after we gave him three sips of a very very very weak soda and he was running around like his asshole was on fire and he fell into every single dirty thing he could find. And rubbed his face and body all over his food. So I bought him a new outfit.

My grand opening party went awesome. Although no one ordered anything from me. It's alright though, they've seen the products, now they get the opportunity to think it over and decide if they want what I have to offer them. :)

1 comment:

  1. Oh geeze xD Owen is mild if we give him a tiny tiny taste even of soda. He is already cranky... xD And I blame the fact that I drake something highly caffinated very early in pregnancy before I knew it was bad to do that.

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