Guess who has a belly button? Señor Squishyface has a belly button!
I'll spare you the whole "sniff, sniff - this is the last time I'll pass the milestone of having a baby's umbilical stump fall off" because honestly? An umbilical stump is kind of gross.
(Also, WAAAH! My baby is all growns up and can have a tub bath already. WAAAAHHH!)
What he does not have, yet, is a blog name. I'm working on it.
Oh, I also have two other kids.
This seemed like a great idea to fill the time while Bump ran an errand. But the sprinkler is in the back yard and the faucet is in the front, and while I was turning off the water Lumpyhead and Lula found a mud puddle. Mayor McNewNavel chose that moment to wake up and wail pitifully. When I tried to get Lula out of the puddle, she screamed like I was yanking her fingernails out.
It was then that I realized I am really, really bad at this, and I should probably not be left alone with three children.