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Two weeks ago, the first cough rang out into the night. Maybe that’s overly dramatic, so I’ll distill what has been going on at our house:
Archie has whooping cough and confirmed influenza, most of the rest of us had the flu, and all eleven of us are on antibiotics to protect Oliver from […]
The last time we had a newborn in the house, Archie was 19 months old. He clearly doesn’t remember what life with a newborn is like. They are funny, have skeleton fingers, weird poops, and eat from mama’s tummy? What are those? Brefts? With MILK? That’s cwazy.
Archie is consumed with curiosity regarding all-things Oliver. […]
The moment he saw the small mylar frog balloon, Archie was in love.
The balloon, which is attached to a plastic stem, sits atop a bouquet of flowers given to me by a friend. I have them on the nightstand next to my side of the bed. The flowers are fresh and bright, mostly […]
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