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Is a Zillion Enough?

I just could kiss this girl a million times over and not think twice about it. I think she has already established the don’t-kiss-me-again-mom turn of her head.  But that doesn’t stop me, no sir!

Poor Maggie is going to have to get used to this whole smooch on the cheek thing because I’m certainly not going to stop. Have you tried it? Kissing those cheeks?

Chances are that if you’ve been lucky enough to have Maggie in your arms, you’ve given her a peck or two.

I’m going to make the assumption that you know exactly how smoochable she is.

Excuse me while I go make smooch-berries on her cheeks.

I understand if you are jealous.

You should be.

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Out on the Town

So, we went out to dinner the other night.

Without Maggie.

Dinner was delicious, the conversation was fantastic and I really enjoyed sitting down to eat a full meal with My Man.  But leaving Maggie was more difficult than I ever imagined it would be, even though there were six (yes,six!) adults ready to care for her.  My parents, grandparents, aunt and uncle were all at my grandparent’s and Barry and I left Maggie for a whole hour almost….GASP!!

I found myself saying ridiculous things to my grandma about making sure Maggie was breathing and other first-time-mother type of things, as if my grandmother didn’t raise two of her own children and rock all of her grandbabies to sleep. I just couldn’t help myself.

I once read that having a child is like having your heart walk around outside your body. It is so true, even if you are going down the street for an hour to eat sushi with your wonderful husband.

It isn’t as if I’ll never, ever do it again, but next time I leave my baby I’m going to prepare myself a bit more emotionally so I don’t have to choke back my own tears as she fights sleep in the arms of another.

Because, man alive, I love going on dates with That Barry.

He makes me smile.

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Hair Today Gone Tomorrow

My friend Charlyn said it would start happening around 3 months and, boy, was she right! My hair is falling out at such a quick pace that had I not been warned, I’d be worried.

I keep thinking that the clumps will stop coming out and that my shower drain won’t clog up, but each shower brings more and more hair at the bottom of the tub.

Some people might think that I could afford to lose a strand or two, but I secretly love my thick hair and am not ready to tout a head of wispy curls.

Woe is me, woe is my hair.