When Eleanor cries, I always say to her in my silliest voice, "It's hard to be a baby," or "It's a hard knock life," or "Life's so hard." I'm sure she hates me for mocking her like so. I also find myself telling stories about her all day long. In my mind I hear her saying "Stop talking about me Mom!" like I used to say to my mom All.The.Time. In reality, I should have been flattered that my mom talked about me, I wonder if she is still telling stories about me. I hope so.
Well, Happy Hump Day friends! See you tomorrow!