The snozzberries taste like snozzberries

Don't touch anything in my house.  It's surely covered in baby spit.

She's into EVERYTHING.  EVERY.  THING.

Her favorite toy this week is my first deck of tarot cards.

I'm too exhausted for anything else.  Perhaps a baby, a race in September, a new job, and an August licensing exam to study for was a bit much to take on?