I have a good friend who has a blog I enjoy.
". . . At the time, it seemed like endless changes of clothes from spit up (I wore a diaper on my shoulder for years), sleepless nights marked by croup or asthma and utter exhaustion and boredom from watching just one more episode of Barney or Winnie-the Pooh.
But looking back the sweet scent of baby powder brings back fond memories of an easier time. . . "
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