I was flossing last night in front of the mirror and discovered I chipped my front tooth. Not super noticeable, but it is. Probably from all the fruit snack and granola bar wrappers I tear open with my teeth, something I know I shouldn't do. Or it could be from one of the many times Ben has head butted me in the face. Now that both Ben and I have chipped front teeth we can officially be called the redneck family, especially since he usually has a black eye to go along with it. At least his tooth is going to fall out in a few years but I'm stuck with mine forever.
I have to say boys are SO much different than girls, Abi was a pretty good toddler didn't get into much, but Ben, not so much. He knocks the lamps and alarm clocks off the night stand daily, climbs up and stands on top of everything (had to move some furniture to the garage), he will NOT stay out of the toilet, oven, frig, or dishwasher, any drawer without a baby lock is done for, the remote for the TV (what remote?-exactly). He's my adorable, lovable, sweet, relentless, little stinker.
The original silly stinker. Is it possible to be sweet and bossy?
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