I Know This Baby Is Our Last and It’s Bittersweet
Three is our magic number. It always has been. It feels like the perfect number of kids for us. Everyone…
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Three is our magic number. It always has been. It feels like the perfect number of kids for us. Everyone…
Continue ReadingThe baby of our family is no longer a baby. She turned five this year. She talks a mile a minute,…
Continue ReadingMy childhood and teen years were scarred by a terrible injustice, or so I thought at the time. It seemed…
Continue ReadingOoh, my youngest. He is still a baby. Isn't he? I mean, he might be seven now, but in my…
Continue ReadingThere’s something to be said about your youngest. You know he’s your last. Your last diaper change. Your last bottle.…
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