… to write. My phone alarm goes off every two hours and that’s when I stick my boob in the boy’s mouth provided it’s not there already, which it often is. He lives a life of decadence.
Oh, and he gets the hiccups a lot.
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Hiccups? It’s supposed to be breast milk, not white Russians! :-) He is gorgeous.
Sneezes and hiccups. Such a rough life he leads. :(