I love you so much you are so pretty cuddle me mama come and talk about boys I want a backpack from Justice I hope I grow up to look just like you. I hate you don’t look at me don’t even talk to me you are the worst you…
When I was pregnant for the first time, I wanted a wee baby girl in the worst way. Because of this deep dark secret that I dared not speak out loud, we chose to not find out the sex of our little growing bean. Even though I felt it in…
My 4th grader is my clone, only she talks more. A lot more. Not only does she look like my mini-me (the girl was blessed with my good skin and awesome hair and lovely booty, but sadly cursed with my apple shape and under-eye baggage) but she just, well, IS…
