aren't they so cute together? no.
because i have a story to tell.
you thought that JJ stepping in Gemma's poo was the end of the shituations in the Hansen Household. you were so wrong.
last week i embarked on a new adventure called Stroller Strides (it's like a workout with your baby&stroller and it's really fun but also hard and i could barely move for 3 days and i know i should permanently join but but but...i'm a lazy asshole). anyway, so we went (Cleo was left behind. no dogs allowed at Stroller Strides) and then we went to get some groceries. when we got home, i do what i always do: i set G down inside to play while i ran back out to the car to grab the bags. i came back with full arms and went right into the kitchen to start unloading. then i heard G spitting followed by yelling. pretty typical. but i walked into the living room to see what all the fuss what about. and maybe for one second wished i didn't live with Cleo. because, THERE, right before my eyes, was my baby sitting on the floor eating a piece of crusty dog shit. ksadjfklasdfjdfhjsalksdfadhkjs CRUSTY DOG SHIT. ALL OVER HER HANDS AND FACE. and the smell. OHMYGOD. ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh MY GOD the smell. i just...why would Gemma eat a piece of dog shit but refuse watermelon and apples?! i just can't even deal. IT WAS SO DISGUSTING I ALMOST THREW UPPPPP. so i rinsed out her mouth and washed her hands and face and
BUT SERIOUSLY HOW GROSS?!!!!
and WHERE was her mother when Gemma found the dog turd and picked it up?? in the kitchen