sometimes when i find gobs of spit up on the dress i just washed for myself (i actually refer to it as my uniform-its black, hides that post baby tummy and allows me to nurse with ease-genius), or when i hear a cry from the other room just as i sat down with lunch and the remote, or worse, just as i hopped in the shower for the first time in two days, i find that i could really use a good laugh. so i look at this boy's funny face and slowly but surely it all just melts away...
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