Can anyone guess what Miss A does that causes her to look at me with that expression and exclamation? One hint: She is her father's child.
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I didn't make a baby book and I'm not a scrapbooker. I write this blog in shameless adoration of my babychildren and in exasperated confusion of motherhood. This is our tale.
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