My Mom always told me to never say never. For the most part, I have been pretty ok with this. Kind of. When I was little, I once overheard a bunch of teenagers swearing like sailors. As a little kid, that kind of things sort of sends chills down your spine and scares you. So, being the virtuous little kiss ass of a kid that I was, turned to my Mom and said, “I’ll never be like that Mom.” Now, I swear like a sailor with only a modicum of regret. When it comes to this whole parenting thing, Mike and I often find ourselves in situations where we float out of our bodies, look down at the two tired, clueless sweatpant wearing versions of ourselves, and laugh. Not even a week into having a child, Mike and I had already amassed a buttload of pictures from the hospital. No Joke. I looked through my phone the other day and saw what looked to be thirty of the same pictures of me holding Andy in the recovery room. I thought they looked exactly the same. But, I remember at the time I thought Andy was doing something different in each …

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