Let there be laundry.

Something this poor child ate does NOT AGREE with his body. If I have a third night in a row of changing the boy, the bed, and the lovies, I may need wine. 

I'm already remiss...

...but that's ok, because I'm not terribly public with this blog yet. Here's the next installment of not-so-Blurry-at-the-moment-Boy discovering his new favorite toy car/chair.