Spent the afternoon writing the Thank You cards to the folks that brought stuff to the baby showers. It's kinda strange having to talk about how the baby will be using the diapers in a few weeks. Not so much strange as a dark foreboding of odor is on the horizon. All the nice baby stuff will be covered in drool.
I wonder when a baby gets the idea that they really need stuff hits them. After a few months of floating around inside Becky's belly, how does Josie get a sense of "that's mine" incorporated into her mindset. Although since she's got my genes, the act of collecting weirdness will be imprinted. I know she's going to steal my Wacky Package collection.
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