First Year: complete. I think you can graduate to more important things now that you’re a full year, Baby Rangirl:
-You’re of legal age to start eating strawberries. Apparently the basic gift of the veggie-hating gods known as the berries of straw can be highly allergic.
-You are allowed to walk. Go on. Do it already- you’re getting über heavy.
-You can drink dairy milk. The fruits of the cow can substitute the oh-so-pricey formula. It would have been cheaper to rent a nursing mother’s bosoms.
There’s a ways to go with you. First thing’s first: create a new blogging category titled “The Second Year”. Naturally, you refused to pose for a pic:
Now, we reflect on the hell that was the day of your birth: The birthing