Clearly this is unacceptable. No child of mine is going to have father who can't separate his forks from his knives. We might as well have a drawer full of sporks.
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Baby Mel at 11.5 weeks
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This blog was created not just as a way to capture this joyous time in our lives, but also as a way to track our own growth as we prepare to enter parenthood. It's not so much that we’re immature, at least one of us isn’t, it's just that we live a simple NYC young couple lifestyle. Having a baby is going to drastically change that. Recognizing this fact, we plan on making several adjustments that will transform us into suitable, respectable parents (or at the very least create that illusion).
Hopefully someday, Baby Mel (who the baby will be affectionately known as from this point forward) will look back and say “wow, my parents really came a long in order to provide me with a proper home to live a fruitful life in”. Either that or “wow, my parents truly have a f**ked up sense of humor.”
Hopefully someday, Baby Mel (who the baby will be affectionately known as from this point forward) will look back and say “wow, my parents really came a long in order to provide me with a proper home to live a fruitful life in”. Either that or “wow, my parents truly have a f**ked up sense of humor.”
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Thanks for writing this.
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