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  • Why I hate having my picture taken

    Last fall, Justin and I took an infant first aid course with the other parents from our prenatal group. It was the first time we’d all gotten together in months; between jobs, family commitments and the not-so-small detail that we all had newborns, life had inevitably gotten in the way. As it does. At any rate, we were all excited to see one another and marvel at how the babies had grown.

    At the end of the class, someone suggested we take a group picture.

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  • 11 ways my baby is exactly like Donald Trump

    Image credit: DodgertonSkillhause | morguefile For those of you who are still unaware, I’m Canadian. If this comes as a shock to you … well, you probably haven’t been reading my blog, because if you had, you’d have noticed that I use the letter U with reckless abandon, plus I talk about living in Canada a […]