You think the shock would have worn off by now, that the little spidermonkey who is always hanging off of my arm (or boob) and chirping mam-AH! isn't a constant reminder. I opened a card on Mother's Day that said "mom" on the front. As it was handed to me by my own mother, I thought it odd that she got me a card that was all about her.
Oh yeah.
How cute is my family?
How non-seven months pregnant does my sister look?
And how heinous are those drapes?
Happy belated Mother's Day to all my mamas, especially those who braved the wind and post cupcake coma to march over to Peabody Park and celebrate SAM and Sassy's badassery!
When I lived in LA, I was told I looked like Mia Farrow (Frank era, thankfully) about once a week. I never really saw it, but now I that's all I see when I look at my daughter's picture:
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