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I will not let my husband read this post. I give him weekly updates on how big our baby is according to the internet - three inches! - and he freaks about how tired we are now with one. It can't be completely terrible after the first couple months. Why else would people ever have more than two unless they are one of those God-will-bless-us-and-we-will-love-it types?

This is what we need to tell ourselves - and try really hard to believe - to make it through. And make it through we will.

Heather AKA Epiphany Alone

I know you can't picture it now, but you'll find balance. Or Noggin. That was always my saving grace with a newborn and a 3-year-old. Ooh, look! Talking socks! :)


please forward the photos of the monkeys. I'd like to see that.


I will be looking for those monkeys!

Oh girl....we have good days and bad days and and (trying so hard not to quote Jimmy Buffett...) going half mad days. ;)

Today both girls are sick and are driving each other and me nuts. But the days that click are so worth it.

Oh, The Joys

I am remembering when The Rooster was born and The Mayor was nearly two.

I am reading your post.

I am singing... "To DREAM the IMPOSSIBLE dream"

I am feeling for you.

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