The Barefoot Files: Getting Good

So, there's a hair dryer, a bottle of soap, and about five pens laying on the floor right now in a wiccan-like circle. I honestly came out of the bathroom a little freaked out like, "Who is practicing a spell in my living room and why is it so industrial?" Turns out Adeline put them there like that. They're her favorite toys right now.

Am I going to win mother-of-the-year for letting her play with appliances and soap? Probably not. But was she quiet for five minutes so I could ~~check pinterest~~ clean up, heck yes she was.

Also, in case you're thinking you can just come over to my house and use the bathroom with toilet paper - think again. Adeline has decided it's her duty to unroll and rip to shreds every single piece of toilet paper ever invented in a five mile radius. Sometimes I peek out of the shower to make sure she's not ingesting the Comet I've yet to secure in a cabinet with baby locks (I know, I know, mother-of-the-year), and I'll see her by the toilet absolutely killing the toilet paper with the meanest face she can make. I'm not sure what it ever did to her, but holy crap is it getting it. Getting it good.

Speaking of getting it good:

Oh my god what did you think I was going to post? A picture of Channing Tatum getting measured where it counts? This isn't some slutty blog people, this is about my baby.

Man.

But, ok, since you mentioned it.

I'm not sure why but for some reason Adeline's dad refuses to take me to see Magic Mike. No clue.

Ok, so I really am gonna start blogging regularly again. For reals this time. But right now it's 85 degrees in my house and I've gotta go stand my almost one year old in front of the fan so we can cool off a little. (Oh yeah, almost one year old. CRYING ALREADY)