Him: “When are you going to write a new blog post?”
Me: (Silence)
Him: “‘Cause I go to your blog to look at pictures of Alice.”
Me: (Silence)
Him: “And that same post has been there forever. It’s just Mustard Pork Chops every time I check.”
Me: “What about Facebook?”
Him: “Facebook is too distracting. I like going to your blog.”
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Dear husband,
Here is the blog post you requested. I am so glad you love our daughter so much, and it thrills me that you like looking at pictures of her while you’re at work. The joy you take in her is a joy to me! Your request did not fall on deaf ears. Here’s our little one. Isn’t she great!?!?
Love,
Me
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Social butterfly.
Smiling at little boys.
The morning trash can ritual.
Hey Mom! I like your trash.
Clapping for all she’s worth.
Standing!
Sure on her feet.
Maybe I don’t wanna be standing anymore . . . but how to get down?
Let’s see . . .
Ouch.
Laughing with Mama.
Caught in the act.
More clapping!
I think I’m done with pictures.
No, really, Mom. I’m done.
Okay, fine. I’ll allow myself to be distracted by this ball . . . just this once.
Expressive eyebrows.
Happy!
No, you may not look at my teeth, thank you very much.
Semi-spaced out clapping (with cheeks!).
Hi Mom!
I love our baby. How did we happen to get the best one??
