Every time I write about the occurrence of anything baby-related -- an opinion, an observation, a decision -- it feels so TRUE, and yet I barely have time to turn around and it is no longer so.
To wit:
Why yes, that's Auden amid a pile of toys, of the rainbow-colored-bells-and-bilingual-whistles variety, and happy as a clam. I'm getting so good at eating my words, maybe I should write a recipe book.
Merry Christmas!
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