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I'm not really a mama bear. I'm more of a mama llama. Like, I'm pretty chill, but I'll kick you in the face if you screw with my kids.
All day. Every day.
There are two things in this world I love unconditionally: my kids and pizza. (Sometimes even in that order.)
There's a fine line when it comes to raising a daughter. We want our little girls to be kind, but we also want them to know that they can throat-punch someone if they need to.
Yeah, you know me. Naptime is the BEST. Eyes closed, all swaddled up, half-drunk bottle leaking on the pillow. And sometimes my kids even take naps, too!
Because like a good order of fries, you're amazing, and magical, and maybe sometimes a little too salty for my taste, but I can never get enough.
Much like my favorite Red Hot, my little one is a tiny bit fiery, brings tears to my eyes (through both joy and pain), and makes everything better.
Okay, fine. Sometimes it's more like 97% mama and 3% coffee. But still. You get the point.
Because just like ice cream, you bring me joy, and I just wanna eat you up! (Also, totally unrelated...run to the fridge and get mama some mint chocolate chip.)
I feel like just knowing where the eff my keys are would be a major key to success for me.
"Almost always a sweetie, but also once in a while drives me absolutely nuts and makes me question my life choices pie" didn't have the same ring to it.
No, really. We need to harness it. They have enough energy to power a small city. (Or at least keep my phone charged for more than like 2 hours.)
Because just like ice cream, you bring me joy, and I just wanna eat you up! (Also, totally unrelated...who wants to go get me some mint chocolate chip?)