It actually got better after we recovered from the vomit-y car ride. And, as a birthday gift, Grampy cleaned all the vomit out of my car and Cakes' car seat.
I am a Northern transplant in a Southern world, a suburban girl thrust into the country life, Rocky Balboa surrounded by Scarlett O'Haras and Miss Mellies. Every day is an adjustment, every day is an adventure, every day is a struggle to keep my Northern accent.
I stay home on our mini-farm to raise our three little girls (5-year-old Bean, 3 1/2-year-old Cakes, and baby Peanut). I started this blog to maintain my sanity and an adult vocabulary.
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Happy birthday! :)
It actually got better after we recovered from the vomit-y car ride. And, as a birthday gift, Grampy cleaned all the vomit out of my car and Cakes' car seat.
Oh, I'm so sorry! Thank God for Grampy!! Give him an extra hug from me.
Happy Birthday! Well, having someone else clean up the vomit is a gift...sort of:)
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