Not Just A River In Egypt
It’s been coming for a while now, but I just didn’t want to face it. No matter that I knew it was unavoidable or that I’ve had months to brace myself for the coming storm, I’ve been happily living in the land of denial.
But no longer.
After today’s headspinning, pea soup spewing, exorcist worthy tantrum over, of all things, the return of her stinky diaper, I am forced to admit that the Zen Baby has become a Shaolin Toddler.