A scene from our kitchen one recent evening...
Henry was straight-jacketed (I mean swaddled) in a receiving blanket, sitting in his vibrating bouncy seat with the Dust Buster turned on next to him. He had a cork (oops, I mean pacifier) popped in his mouth and Adam and I were trying to gobble down our dinner before Act II of the evening's entertainment started, a.k.a. Rage-Fest or the Nightly Freak Out.
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