Honey Tasting Party

I’m not dead. No one has died. If you have noticed a three-week absence it is because life has been splendidly wonderful in other areas and thus not allowing for the luxury of writing. Think 4am clandestine meetings with iPads and convincing a two year old to get back to bed! An adorable 11 month old sharpening new found teeth on the edge of his crib (while successfully pooping nipples to toes). Potty-training a two year old, which honestly has gone swimmingly. But “swimmingly” could be applied in a multitude of ways.

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