And then all of my zucchini bread dreams were destroyed
Here’s what happened in my kitchen five hours ago.
Adeline: What are you doing, Mommy?
Me: Making zucchini bread.
Adeline: Is that why the oven smells like poop?
Me: SIGH.
It’s been a very Adeline-heavy week on this blog, hasn’t it? It’s because she’s about to turn 3 and I’m all nostalgic and sentimental about it and catch myself staring so hard and so often at her that I think it’s starting to freak her out. But seriously, you guys. She used to be a little baby…and now she’s all big and using complete sentences that actually make sense and it’s blowing my mind how quickly the littleness goes away. More to come, I’m sure. I’m off to eat a slice of my sh*t-scented zucchini bread.