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Archive for June 9, 2019

Finger size

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When Jules was born I marveled at how small she was. At that time her arm to her elbow would fit into my mouth. Ok! Disgusting! But it’s true. No gross stuff this time around. But Noa’s arm was about the size of my index finger… ok ok, not quite. But, this isn’t horseshoes? Or, was it the other way ‘round? … must be jam ‘cause jelly don’t shake.