So, I post on the mecca of social networks, Facebook. (No irony lost on me that the majority of you reading this will get here via the aforementioned site.) I post "status" updates, pictures and the occasional witty remark (humor me). I shamelessly post pictures of my newborn. She's a major attention-getter, which is the point.
If you've read anything prior to this post (or know me maybe even remotely) you'd know that my third child came as a serious surprise. A friend just told me the baby is so cute she almost wants to have another. I advised against it. She said maybe she'll lobby for a puppy instead.
L'il Geel is gorgeous and a very good baby. I love her little smiles and the mysterious baby babble. The day-to-day frustrations are far outweighed by the joy and wonder of this little person. But take me back a year, before I knew her--knew of her even--give me a choice and I might have chosen the puppy.
If you've read anything prior to this post (or know me maybe even remotely) you'd know that my third child came as a serious surprise. A friend just told me the baby is so cute she almost wants to have another. I advised against it. She said maybe she'll lobby for a puppy instead.
L'il Geel is gorgeous and a very good baby. I love her little smiles and the mysterious baby babble. The day-to-day frustrations are far outweighed by the joy and wonder of this little person. But take me back a year, before I knew her--knew of her even--give me a choice and I might have chosen the puppy.
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