Blame the Baby

Ryan has been helping me wrap Christmas presents. You know, "helping" me eat the tape dispenser. That kind of help.
So if your present this year is torn, ripped, or covered in slobber, just blame it on the baby.

I feel like I do that a lot lately.

I'm running late? It's the baby's fault.

My house smells funny? Sorry, must be Ryan.

I forgot to call you back? Mommy brain.

But really, my bad gift-wrapping this year is Ryan's fault. Really.