This morning, he didn’t cry.

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We played.

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We sneezed.

sneezy

We pooped twice.  Well, not “we,” just “he.”

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We watched the ceiling fan.  (it’s Eli’s favorite show.)

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And we wondered why Mom always held a camera up to her face.

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And while he was so busy being big and watching me be silly using my high-pitched voice and saying “Mommy Loves You,” over and over and over again,

I couldn’t believe two things.

One, that this is the same baby as last Monday.

and two, that I could ever, ever be so lucky to be his Mama.

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