Everyone has talents, some just take a little longer to discover.
A new one it my book...Ninja arms.
There's something that happens when I sit down to nurse Hudson.
Things start flying at us; matchbox cars, balls, crayons, firetrucks... they just start flying towards us. That's when my Ninja arms get kicked into high gear.
Swat left, swat right, block in the front, you get the idea.
I know this is all just a part of the jealously game.
It's hard for a 2 year old to understand why Mommy has to stop everything we're doing
100 times a day and feed this new little baby.
So until we can fix the problem,
Ninja Mom is here keeping Hudson's little noggin' safe and sound.
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