First Zeb spills his water at lunch yesterday, he ran off crying into his room. I didn't even yell at him.
Then he managed to spill his 'pink' milk, which he snuck down in the basement. He hid while Brock and I cleaned it up.
And finally he spilled Brock's beef stew that we had for supper last night.
It was not his day....
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Greetings Readers, After years of baby making, WAY to many hours on the couch, multiple pity parties... I have found a new way out! Welcome to my Life, complete with kids, running, biking and swimming! (oh, and bit of obsession with weight loss and/or lack there of...)
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I can't drink my coffee without spilling it on me. And I can't get without getting it on my chest, so for sure he has Ziemendorf genes.
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