Laurel Snyder

Is no fun.  It’s AWFUL.  I slept in the toddler bed last night (can you say “OW”?) because I was told to monitor his breathing, “just in case.” 

Just in case? 

Really? 

That’s the way to make a momma craaaaazy.

No, croup, is NO fun.

But a sick baby, all sleepy and sweet, curled up on your chest while you read a book…

There’s something very cuddly about a limp noodle.

Poor noodle.

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