feel as good.  He once used the term “swimming,” and I couldn’t do enough Kegels’ to make it tight for him.

When he left, I was less hopeful than the last time.  And now I was in this odd little house alone.  Oh, Mor came over every day so I could get a shower and cook some food.  But there were hours and hours of me and Ally, singing and sleeping and playing with Mr. Stumpy, a stuffed dog who lost his paw. 

After a few months she wanted to crawl, but would thrust herself forward, mostly onto her face, whimper a little and try again.  Honestly, babies are so inspiring in their “never give up spirit.”  Sometimes that spirit comes in when they are screaming at 1am because of teething, and I just had to be sympathetic and respec...

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