The baby gate and I...we don't get along.
So certain sacrifices must be made to ensure the safety of my babies.
Such as holing up in the house for a few days with a burning fire and a few cups of coffee.
Reading books to my chillens by the fire and hoping the babies show intrigue so that they may learn not to touch.
Fine by me.
A rainy day, a few lattes and cozy sweat pants?
Yes, I'd say it's worth it.
And a great excuse not to do much else.
Now if only I could protect them from having their faces squished like a sour lemon.
