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Day 120

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Buddies

My dog must have been a mother in a past life. She wrapped her arm around emme to hold her.  My god, how can we have gotten so lucky with her?

Day 119

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Mastitis

Don’t get it.  You may end up smelling of cabbage and morning breath.

Day 118

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Market

Last market of the year.  Emme was ready!  Little did I know that i’d walk around for hours with the right side of my nursing bra unhooked and end up with mastitis.

Day 117

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Oz

Brighton has become fond of the song “over the rainbow.”  I realized something tonight.  My voice may not be perfect, but it’s just right for singing lullabyes to my babies.

Day 116

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Wake

I can’t get emme to go to sleep at night. She fights it with everything in her being.  But both of them require much coaxing to wake them up after 11 hours of sleep…but this is one image I cherish every morning.

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Still

Not in her vocabulary.

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Pie.

Lots and lots of pie.