The Princess is now old enough and coherent enough that we can actually communicate. We don't just exchange poop and dribble anymore, we actually talk to each other. It's wonderful. Here is an example of one of our conversations:
The Princess: Ma ma ma ma ma.
Me: [joyously] That's right, honey! I'm your Mama! Mama loves you, sweet girl! You're the sweetest, smartest, most wonderful girl in the whole world! I love you so much! Come give Mama a kissie!
The Princess: [wandering away to find someone less annoying]
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Because Rotten Endocrine System Just Doesn't Have the Same Ring
About Me
- Queenjulie
- North Carolina, United States
- I was a book editor who realized what I really wanted to do was stick needles in people, so I left publishing and started nursing school. This is the story of my journey toward becoming an RN.
Today's Lunch
Probably macaroni and cheese, or maybe soup. It's cold, rainy, hot soup kind of day.
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