Honey
So my parents are here visiting for a few days before we head off to the San Juan islands. Any way, this morning I was telling them my cracker making woes and everyone was making fun of me for not giving Margo baked honey. Accusing me of being too paranoid. Hey, I'm just trying to be a good parent. Any way, I broke down and let her eat some crackers. And she's still alive. So I guess that particular batch is botulism free.
More interesting and exciting news, Margo pulled herself to standing this afternoon. She's really trucking all over the house now. Cats beware!
Oh yea, and I forgot about Father's Day. I'm a terrible wife. But as we all know, every day is Father's Day- why exactly do they need a day? I guess that's kind of mean and bitter of me but I had a plan and then spaced it. So maybe I'm just spacey. I made him a nice card on a napkin in the restaurant, traced the kid's hands and everything. Oh well, there will always be more Father's Days.
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