Yesterday I had a blog post planned where I bragged all about my perfect child and how I managed to go out to lunch, shop at Target where I tried on actual clothes, pop over to Babies R Us, ran on the treadmill, and worked outside in the yard for a while.

And then today the Rookie fussed so much I didn’t get lunch until 4:30, I spent the whole day begging him to tell me what he needed, and then got him settled just in time to watch him throw up spectacularly all over me, himself, and the couch.

Three days down. 23 to go.