I love not being pregnant.
I love that I fed a ton of people this morning.
I love my babygirl's litte voice.
I love the minutes between bathtime and bed, when its just us.
Thursday, November 23, 2006
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- Their Giant
- I get their sippy cups, wipe their bums and kiss their owies. I am Their Giant.
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