2.3.17

Today was just one of those days where the beds didn’t get made, the laundry stayed wet in the washing machine, and the dishes most certainly didn’t get done.  But you know what did get done?  Tacos and margaritas.  Because Friday.

This baby puts me through the wringer but he knows he has me wrapped completely in circles around his chubby fingers and that’s exactly where we both want to be.