The troops have been up all of thirty minutes, and this is what their playroom looks like. I'm stuck lying in there on my left side, supervising, but unable to contain the chaos. Go with the flow, Momma. Go with the flow. These are the best years of my life.
That Pooh Bear always behaves. Low maintenance. Gotta love him. I organized the bookshelf a day before going on bedrest. Oh, well. This is Emily Rose's work.
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