We stretch out on the family room floor and laugh until we can't take it anymore. Sometimes she gets the best of me and we end up with a little projectile action from my last meal - oddly enough that usually means I've been having a fabulous time...ah the irony.There's been much marveling at my growth lately. I'm pretty close to twelve pounds and getting larger by the day. I think we may need to reassess the "Newborn" title of the blog. Hmmm...much to ponder.
NLC
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