You can laugh or you can cry.
I love being a mom. Really I do … well, most of the time. Then there are those days when you’re so sleep-deprived you can’t remember the name for “spatula” because your baby wakes up raring to go at 4 a.m.
You can cry or you can laugh. But it’s a lot easier to do the latter when the object of your ultimate-joy/crushing-despair has a skateboarding dinosaur on his or her little butt. Or as my mother used to say to me, “It’s a good thing you’re cute."
‘Cause here’s the thing: Soon enough they won’t let you dress them, but right now you have all the power. Why not amuse yourself a little?
