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On Sunday we celebrated two months of Harriet being born, of me being a mom, and of ours being a family of three. And even a month ago, I could not have
forecast how full and rich life would become again, so I'm so proud of how well we're all doing. Of course, chaos reigns, but it's at a level I can live with comfortably. One qualm being that I am not managing to read nearly as much as I'd like to be, and yet I keep buying books/requesting books at the library at much the same pace as ever, and it's a little overwhelming. Unless board books count-- my favourite is
On The Day You Were Born by Debra Frasier. "On the day you were born/ gravity's strong pull/ held you to the Earth/ with a promise that you/ would never float away..."