Right now Elle is in her room stomping around loudly and muttering to herself. She's throwing a little fit because she asked me to make a peanut better and jelly sandwich and when I made it I put the peanut butter on the top and the jelly on the bottom. She got even madder when I fixed it by flipping the sandwich over.
Have I mentioned before how terrified I am of her teenage years?
Five years ago today I was pregnant with Elle and I ate even grosser stuff.