for the haters.

This post is for those of my friends {you know who you are.} who constantly are lecturing me on the importance of answering my phone. I've had all kinds of voicemails left on my poor phone over the last several years including phone calls of a certain friend {you definitely know who you are.} singing "Let me be your hero, baby..." {the reason why eludes me to this day.}, friendship threats that sound something like this "If you do not call me back SOON, I'm going to call your Mom just to make sure your among the living and aren't camped out in a cave.", and messages that sound a little like this "I know you hate to talk on the phone, but..."
This is for you, my friends. Believe it or not, there are actually reasons I {never} make it to my phone. Believe it or not, there JUST MIGHT BE someone who needs me more than you do. {I know you find that hard to believe.} I decided today, for some crazy reason, that during lunch time, with 2 toddlers, it would be a good time to answer a phone call from a friend who had been trying to reach me. I was quickly reminded why I do not answer the phone. EVER. You never know what might happen when you do. THIS scene, that you find pictured below, is what happened on this day. Layne decided to help himself to his applesauce. The applesauce that I feed him. With a baby spoon. The applesauce that I usually so very carefully keep out of reach of his chubby little hands.

{we might as well skip a few steps... and just let him feed himself. why bother spoon training?}

{no mess involved at all. let's do this again.}

 So. The next time you think about harrassing me for unreturned calls, unanswered calls, and missed calls that have gone unlooked at... Consider what I might be doing.

{You know I love you - you know who you are - just the same and what would a day be without at least ONE resentful voicemail to listen to?!}