My baby is officially 1. If you need me I'll be buried in a pile of onesies weeping.
To celebrate the occasion, Ben has decided to start climbing the stairs. Being the stellar Mom that I am, I decided to snap a quick photo of his inaugural climb and he literally somersaulted down the stairs as I was snapping the pic. Nothing says Happy Birthday like a suspected concussion.
Good thing the celeb Moms were out in full force this week and they manage to make me look competent. Well, almost competent.
RINGMASTER! TINY CIRCUS! LEG WARMERS!
But you're the envy of 10-year-old girls across the globe. You caught the Bieber fever. Literally. With great privilege comes great responsibility. So next time the Biebs shows up looking like an extra from Castaway in a pair of cut off jean capris do everyone a favor and get him into a pair of decent pants. Tweens everywhere are counting on you.
Look, I have no idea what Britney's mental state is like these days, but based off this week's pictures alone, I'm calling it: Britney, you won the divorce. Congratulations.
Best. Movie. Poster. EVER. Genius.
Happy Friday everyone!