

The mama's just about given up on this one -- live and let live, she says. A little dirt never hurt anyone. On the other hand, the amount I try to consume is, perhaps, a bit extreme. Eventually, I get the finger sweep/mouth plow. Foulness, I say.
Reed's(Mis)and other Adventures . . .
.Wow. Haven't changed this since he was 15 months old. Nostalgia's making me leave the description here and simply add that he's three and three months these days. Time is the most hideous and wondrous of things.
I'm 15 months old. My mother is horrified and still wants her two-week-old back. I hope you enjoy the new look of my blog as well as my ever-burgeoning wit and wisdom. My posts have been infrequent, but I plan to change that. And yes, I always say that. After all, my syntax and diction, along with my picture-taking skills, are quickly improving. Unfortunately, I still haven't figured out how to arrange photos and text to my satisfaction.
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I read in National Geographic that there are minerals in dirt and that many pregnant indigenous women eat it to fulfill their nutritional needs. Who knows, maybe Reed is onto something and the dirt is actually good for him. One thing is for sure, he looks super cute when he's eating it.
It's great to see that you are writing again, too! I love all the photo updates--Reed is so sweet!
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