Moving means MIA for me. My dad moving in with us means MIA for me. Getting down a new routine means MIA for me. MIA sucks. I’ve been spending tons of time with family lately. My nephew ACB3 is the newest addition to the family. He’s chubby, 3 months old and well just sooooo chubby. Micah was never chubby & he’s always been a champion eater! If they had milk guzzling competitions, he would have won. Now he could win a “this kid will eat anything but squash” contest. And that my friends is the truth.

PS – I’m emailing the last contest winner today. So check your inbox!