Freedom
We have escaped the dread hospital. The little one has turned on her commanders and joined us. She sleeps with us now, and cries a lot. And eats. She thinks my collarbone is a nipple. Strange. We are hiding in our house. Don't tell the hospital cafeteria staff. I can't take another plain baked patato.
posted by P-Dog @ 11:44 AM
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3 Comments:
Food is on the way-what time is good to stop & make the drop?
Give me a call
Can you handle another food drop on Tuesday at about 5:45? Guaranteed to be closer to hospital fare than what XXC will concoct for your dining pleasure, but eminently fridgeable/freezeable. With Dirt in the Old Sod, I have no one to cook for....
Congrats to you & Carrie on the arrival of lil miss Virginia Kendall. Hold her alot & don't ever let go! Prupuppy must be very proud big brother as well.
Shameless parenting advice: don't use her diapers to clean your chain. Handing her up a bottle with ClifShot Electrolite probably should wait awhile. Although never too early for her to start watching TdF videos however.
Older than old as dirt
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