I made it....barely

So I am alive...but I feel like I have been hit by a truck. I am in worse shape then I originally thought. One of my friends had to run to the bathroom half way through class to throw up. Poor thing. But we all made it. Johnny was supposed to babysit Aven last night but didn't make it home in time from his meeting last night. So I had to call my Mom to watch him who was going to meet my sister Bridget to watch her son play hockey.

I called Bridget last night to ask her a question and she was like "are you calling to yell at me?" I said, "for what?" She said, "well Aven was being super fussy at dinner so I just dipped his pacifier in a little ranch dressing." I just started laughing. Little does she know all the food I have given her kids to shut them up. I guess it's pay back time :) jk I am at the point where I will shove anything in that kids mouth to get him to stop crying. He is such a fussy baby. He loves to be doing something at ALL times and if he doesn't get his way he is not happy. (sounds like his Mother) I felt bad for my poor Mom cause she was trying to be so nice and say he was only fussy for a little bit. I know the truth. That kid is not just fussy for a little bit. I'm sure he screamed the whole dinner. :)