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[10 Sep 2009|11:33pm] |
Hale seems to have this horrible need to be held the minute I walk in the door in need of ice. And of course his favorite way to welcome daddy home...show me everything he ate today. Kill me. Someone just end it now. That can't be normal. And already Harriet was gone. Brilliant old woman but a bit daft and always on the go when not here with him.
No...NO HALE..MY NEW..
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I may end up late for practice Parkinson I'm taking Hale to see my mother. He feels warmer than usual and I don't want to risk him being sick. He's fussing...more than usual and I can't decide if he's just screaming to do it, or he's actually in need of something more. Because I'm holding him, I changed him, bathed him, fed him and nothing.
I think my son is broken.
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[03 Sep 2009|06:37am] |
Hale slept through his first night last night. It was amazing to say the least. Except, now he wants to be up and be entertained and I have places to go and things to do right now. The curse of having children I suppose.
One night of sleep in two months. Kid is going to kill me before he’s even a year old. But I suppose that means he’s coming with me to get my practice jersey since it’s the only thing on the list I didn’t do yet, and I’ve still got to get in my work out.
Parkinson I’ll be there in a little while to pick it up.
And he’s already crying again...I hate children...why did I have one?
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[18 Feb 2009|06:57pm] |
Why'd you go and break what's already broken?
I try to take a breath but I'm already choking
'Cause everywhere I look, I can see how you hold him
How long till this goes ( away? )
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