Unbloggable bad things are going on at work. Poor decisions and poor leadership from up high are causing me to question my commitment to staying here. Then tonight Milo kept fussing and spitting up, not happy to play, not happy to be held, just not happy. Then just one ounce into her bottle, Nora started with her twisting, flailing, gymnastic-like antics, anything to not drink. Usually I can at least get a few ounces in her before that nonsense starts. It's maddening.
But even after a bad day, this video never fails to make me smile.
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