Tales of Mommyhood
Austin left me 4 1/2 minutes worth of messages on my phone. (13 separate ones.) Reminds me when we were dating, we used to do that for fun. See how many messages we could leave. Sorry for not answering, hon. I never heard my phone ringing. I have no idea how that happened. Morgan loves my cell phone. It's like his Holy Grail. I MUST have that phone. I will leap over tall buildings, crawl over my mom, reach with all my might, risk falling off a bed...until I make it mine! Muhahahahhahah. We have an old cell phone he can play with, and he likes that phone. But mine is the one he covets most. He most wants it when I'm talking on it. Even if I'm not holding it up to my ear and I put it on speaker. He's a funny baby. Morgan also loves remotes and taking DVDs off the shelves. I now have entered the phase known as "my baby destroys my stuff." He got one of my Lois & Clark DVDs out of the case while I was making dinner and rubbed it across the tile floor. Yep...