Friday, 6 a.m., Bean at the window:
"It's snowing! It's snowing! Maybe that means Santa Claus will come again in the morning!"
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Lena has been introduced to the crib and, given her seemingly hearty composition, has hated it much less than I feared. You know that story about the baby who cried so hard in the crib that he/she vomited? That story? The one that always stays with you? Lena, not so much.
Something about her tells me she's going to be a bad ass.
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