This is a phrase I unfortunately hear my two-year old son say with alarming frequency. Last week, the epic conflict of Gavin vs. Mommy’s Work Laptop came to a head. I walked into my living room one afternoon last week to find Gavin squeezing the water out of approximately 80 of his yellow, rubber bath companions…
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I’ll admit it – I’m an odd duck. When my son became a toddler and started rejecting whatever fruit, vegetable, or meat Gerber saw fit to blend and bottle (because, really, what self-respecting preschooler would eat pureed meals?), I panicked. “What am I going to do?” I thought. “I have no idea what to feed…
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