Some months back we ran into someone we
hadn't seen in a while. He asked, "Where's the baby?"
"There," I said, pointing to the one-year-old running
around. And then, "I guess she's not much of a baby any more."
Even less on this day, when she is
exactly as old as our firstborn was the day our secondborn was, um,
born. To our knowledge, there is no one else on the way.
So much for this. There's not much to
say about it and even less to do about it.
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A mid-marathon lemonade stand? Enjoy the break!
I've been making dietary changes and started crossfit along with late night hot baths when I normally would be doing a late night nursing marathon before bed. It's so weird.
I moved my stove and cleaned every evil thing it had been hiding. !!!
I'm taming a wild 3-year-old man cub. He thinks he's a comedian and his sisters and brother think so, too :-/
Two years now after youngest baby for us...
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