How I spend my Friday afternoons...
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How to describe one's own thoughts?
i am the
- LiLosSoljr
- i am found here in my words... or perhaps somewhere between all of the words...i know i'm headed somewhere - trying to see what i can of the world while out in it, learn what i am able while on the way, and love who and what i meet while getting there
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5 comments:
Ah, the eloquence of pictures...
It's a baby...boy, girl...doesn't matter. Prior to making any of these, please know who you are!.. or else...
Sorry, I'm not in too good of a mood...you will do fine I am sure. PAX
Sorry again about the comment. I was in a bit of a state and thinking about certain people who want to have a baby for selfish reasons and are still too messed up in the head to handle child rearing with care. It had nothing to do with you. I just get worked up sometimes when I think of some who will no doubt perpetuate their insanity in their kids because they are too afraid to face themselves first. Again, this has nothing to do with you. God Bless
No worries... One of the benefits of taking care of a screaming one year old for two hours a week is a definite realization of what having a child entails- if I could have forgotten all that growing up eldest of seven...
No the pictures were also a reminder to me that he is a rather cute child, when he is not red from screaming his lungs out.
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