I know they don't sound the way I planned them to be, but if you wait around awhile, I'll make you fall for me, I promise you, I promise you, I will.
And now that the 80s music is out of my head, maybe I'll start writing in here again.
Valentines Day is here. And I'm up one child since the last time I wrote. Which is good, because that means I'm not dead since that once child single-handedly (well, not really her fault) made sure that she won't have any more siblings unless we adopt. I don't recommend emergency hysterectomies coupled with massive amounts of blood loss. They aren't particularly fun.
Said child is now teething (on baby artichokes, no less) and is quite the most adorable creature we've seen since her sister arrived four and a half years ago. And she was joined soon after her arrival by my darling nephew whom I also adore (and who is equally cute).
It's funny, but two children turns one into much more of a parent than one child does. I'm even more obsessed with fancy strollers and expensive baby clothes for both children now than I ever was when Bella was a baby. Molly has apparently kick-started my mom-instincts of "my child must have the best of everything." Or maybe it's just knowing that I will never have the chance again.
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