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People often ask why Steve and I only had one child. A picture is worth a thousand words, and I think this one answers that question nicely. Here I am with Kelly - just three days old. I'm attempting to follow written directions on "baby's first bath."
Kids don't come with instruction manuals, they say. It doesn't matter - either way I'd have been lost.
Inflicting myself on more than one poor kid would have been downright cruel.
(August 19, 1992)
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Now I know we are "twins"! I feel your pain!
Posted by: Christie | November 18, 2011 at 03:51 PM