Cabbage, Creeper Bathrooms, & Surprising Nerds

Cabbage It was a little hard to pay attention during library story time today, because I was a little afraid that the fresh produce I stuck in my bra was sticking out of my shirt. That’d be an awkward explanation to have with the person sitting next to me – the person who happened to be my male next door neighbor. I’ve been weaning Beckett over the past few weeks, now that he is at the magical age where he can drink cow’s milk. Let the record show that he was exclusively breastfed (no formula or milk) for the first year of his life. Where do I pick up my…