Unabashedly, I must confess that Eowyn’s petite form is not from nutritional deficit. Rather, she has been likened to a gold-fish with a voracious appetite, not sated until near explosion. Unfortunate as this has been for my prolific laundry demands and the bucolic fragrance of baby vomit that fills the nursery air, I am comforted that she appears to have inherited the metabolism of her fat-less father. (Truly, I fear the impending day when my thighs dwarf his.) So, while her Doctor and well-intentioned care-givers (PC term for “Parents”) ponder her low-weight (and I sigh enviously from the across the room as I observe my gold-fish like offspring consume, literally everything in sight), we are comforted by her obvious interest in eating. . . anything. Most recently, during the offertory, I discovered that a significant portion of the tithe envelop was being ingested by our elfin Princess. Allow me to assure you: There is nothing as pleasant as the sound of your baby gagging on paper, while singing an acappella version of Amazing Grace. Naturally, after the extraction, we recycled the envelope- like good Republicans! Saving the trees, the plastics industry and our daughter’s life- one bite at a time. (Go Mitt!)
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why does she have to be so cute?! it's enough to drive a woman mad :)
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