And it's only 9 a.m.

While we had an excellent night of sleep last night, we had an after breakfast (thank jebus) diaper failure of the foulest nature unseen since solid food introductions. (Note, must buy more Borax).

Then this diva in the making decided the clean up attempt was the ideal time to show off her new throwing herself backwards tantrum skills.

That early morning challenge was then followed by finding that the dogs decided that Zuul's new baby bowling pins made excellent chew toys---toy fluff all over the den. Into the playpen we go until that's taken care of.

So, yes. The idea this meme offers is a good one until vodka o'clock.