In short, I refuse to be relegated to wandering local Wal-Mart in house slippers, with dirty faced baby on hip, looking utterly tragic and buying store brand white bread simply because I happened to get knocked up at a devastatingly early age. Instead, I will soldier bravely on into the terrifying, unknown depths of proper adult life armed with nothing but my razor sharp wit, inexplicably adoring husband, and a snack.
2 comments:
My gosh, he is SO BEAUTIFUL.
Welcome, Little One!!!
Hope Mommy is doing well, though I imagine as sleep-deprived as I am. Welcome to mommyhood.
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