A would-be stay at home mom working full-time as a teacher. I teach at my old Highschool, working side-by-side with my own teachers. I blog to keep the Texan grandparents updated and chronicle our life for future reference. (In other words, I don't have a real baby-book or diary.)
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The exersaucer used to be her "poop-chair." Whenever we put her in there, she'd poop within minutes. So exact, it was, that Sam literally thought that's what it was called. A Poop Chair. Now that she's too big for it. Whenever we need her to poop (Sorry Charlotte, you've inherited the Hilger-gut) we give her a notepad and pen. Within minutes, we'll have poop.