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Category Archives: Bailey He’s in fourth, she’s in first. He grumbled, she squealed. He has puffy eyes from a brief, exhaustion-induced emotional breakdown, she will crash later after the adrenaline high wears off. He confessed to putting Old Spice “Swagger” deodorant on his pits…and face…and lips (??), she agonized over outfit choices and hair down vs. two braids….  “Bailey, wake up! Bailey, you’re SIX! Happy birthday!” croaked an excited voice from the opposite side of the bed. The warm mound of little sister curled between us slowly stirred, and then tiny toes suddenly clenched against my leg in realization. “OH! Thank you, Parker! Can I kiss you now??” Bailey Boles, how’d you ever…  I don’t know why teeth are such a weird thing and major milestone for me. Tiny, perfect baby teeth mean that I still have a tiny, perfect baby… And then they start to fall out and are replaced by these huge, gnarly chunks of enamel, dentine, pulp, and cementum. (so maybe I Goggled.) We are… |
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