Fatty McZitface came down with a particularly vile case of baby acne on the very day that she started smiling. She smiled first for Matt, then for Matt 6 or 7 more times before I saw one. He’s really good with the baby talk. We haven’t been able to capture a full face smile on [...]
Don’t let anyone tell you baby poop smells good. It’s like aged fruit doused in one part Fancy by Jessica Simpson and two parts curdled milk.
Matt got me a Canon Powershot for Christmas.
Merry Christmas, everyone!
Dear Violet: Today you are one month old. It seems like just yesterday you were exiting my nether regions,
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The Golden Notebook by Doris May Lessing
