The other evening I was making dinner. Now usually this involves chopping, dicing and entertaining my one year old, Avery. But this time was different. I chopped, I diced, hmmm… no Avery. I simmered and seared…still no Avery. But then I heard a little giggle from behind me. And when I turned around I was reminded of why quiet is never a good thing when you have a one year old running around.
A trouble making baby. Oh. the joys of motherhood!