I'm so glad that Ben is home for the weekend. Anna and I are getting along well enough but we run out of things to (not) talk about.
So you know when you are babysitting and the baby gets fussy and you think
"Oh, she just misses her mom, if the mom were here she would know just what to do to calm this baby down" Well guess what - The baby still fusses and I still don't know what to do and I'm the mom.
That's why I'm grateful for Grumma's. Mine and hers. Grummas have already figured it out and now get to impart their hard earned knowledge as a sort of do-over for our benefit. Because you know they had to be nearly as clueless with their first child.
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She looks big, alert and beautiful. And AMEN to the Grummas.
We both enjoy soup. . .
And when I get a baby of my own (by stealing one out of a shopping cart, a la the Herdmans off The Best Christmas Pageant Ever), will you comfort me when I don't know how to make it stop crying?
of course. try to steal a good one though (a la Nathan Jr. from Raising Arizona)
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