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I’m one of those moms.

I don’t understand how come I got kids. I don’t really feel like a “mom” (some days I actually flinch at the word) and most days I wonder where these little people came from, how they got here, and what … Continue reading

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The Adventures of Baby Lua; Or, How do I Open this Window, Mother?

At 39 weeks preggo, on a Monday evening in September, at approximately 10:30 pm – and right in the middle of our movie “Win Win” – the tank of water broke. Little Fishy was on her Way. Although already packed, Daddy Art … Continue reading

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