
Jimmy is the name of a doll that belonged to Eric’s mother and her sister and brother when they were young. With a missing hand, realistic eyes, and his mouth agape, I find Jimmy to be especially disturbing. One day, Eric and his mom thought it would be funny to take pictures of Dash wearing
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I love cooking breakfast on the weekends. It’s the only time that Eric and I can eat breakfast together. Since we leave for work at different times during the week, we usually just grab a handful of cereal and a cup of iced coffee for the commute. This morning, I cooked French Toast while Eric
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As I write this, Dash is about nine and a half months old. I’m getting farther behind in blogging than ever before! Month Five of Dash’s life spanned the end of March and the first half of April. On one hand, it’s only been five months since then. I should remember what happened five months
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