Good Ol' Fashioned Fun

Thirty straight minutes of silence in our house can mean one of two things: A. Wonder Pets is on (specifically, the episode with the Bengal tiger) or B. Trouble is brewing. This morning, knowing that Ella had not yet made it downstairs, I knew it was the latter. Jerry was rocking Vivian back to sleep and I was saddled up to the breast pump and there was no way out of either of those scenarios. After what seemed like an eternity, I was able to peek behind her closed door. She was hosting a tea party...oh, sweet. With Benadryl...what the what? Jerry and I immediately had our "Parents of the Year" title revoked. Donald Trump flew in and everything. Talk about embarrassing! We hope to regain the title next year. Until then, all medicines have been relocated to an undisclosed location.

Side Note: Don't know what I am more mortified about...my child potentially overdosing or mentioning my name and breast pump in the same sentence. Ugh. Haven't they invented a way to make breast pumps sexy yet? Lady Gaga, time to get on that!

Side Note 2: Above picture is the more "fun loving" trouble that I so enjoy. No pictures were taken of the tea party due to parent hyperventilation and the interrogation and forensics that followed. Is the medicine in your tummy? Are you sure it is not in your tummy? Let me smell your breath. Stick out your tongue.