And They Never Slept Again
Emerging from the laundry swamps and Lego wastelands to keep track of our own insanity.
Tuesday, November 26, 2013
I guess "baby" isn't a term of endearment when it's literal
August was snuggling me this morning. In his sweetest way, he pet my cheek and cooed "You're my grown-up."
11/26/2013 08:14:00 AM
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