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M
is for the MANY times I wished whiskey soaked teething rings were legal.
O
is for the strange and mysterious ODORS
that only having children can create. It took us a month to figure out the formula bottle wedged between the couch
cushions.
T
is for those cold nights I lovingly TUCKED you in. The only way we could find you the next morning was by
the lock of hair sticking out on your pillow.
H
is for the HAIR-BRAINED ideas I had of hiding the beets in the yogurt, thinking I could
go to the bathroom without an audience, and eating a meal without a child using me for a jungle gym.
E
is for the ENDLESS hours I endured with Barney stuck in my head singing, "I Love
You..."
R
is for the times my children ROARED with laughter when I told them for the hundredth time to stop spitting
on the cat!
Happy Mother's Day!
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