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January 03, 2012

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I was thinking about you the other day and that new mom with baby experience and how it is so unlike everything else--then I had this odd thing to tell you which is that you won't believe what it's like once your baby is not a baby anymore--every damn thing they do you will feel invested in. It just gets worse as they get older.

Or maybe it's just me who does that...

It's not quite the mom you describe here--more like 'will my child suffer in the future because of x, y, z trivial thing now?"

This comment sort of goes with this post, right? I hope anyway!

This post had me to "teh Lol"ing. Not much more is funnier than pee wee hockey...your husband's comment about the coaching having to carry them off the ice ...hee.

But yeah, that show's parents disturb me (says she, stater of the obvious). I think I'll wait til my kid's 10 for the spray tans.

My son plays little bitty hockey and it is so funny. He actually doesn't play games, it's more of a skills class (or "skills") where they are just trying to master being upright with all that STUFF piled on them. But when they all try to go through the one little door onto the ice, and then they all topple over right away, but more kids are already coming out ... anyway it never gets old.

I just caught up on all your beautiful Christmas photos. A great-grandma is one of the only reasons we still subject ourselves to holiday travel!

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