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| June 2, 2012 |
I never drew the same person twice during my commute, and now I draw the same person every day. Plus, I am making a record of my first days with my son that he and I can keep for the rest of our lives. Should I temporarily rename the blog "My Year of James"? (Hope Bus Blog on parental leave isn't getting toooo boring for you all.)
He's passing out of the newborn stage and, like many mothers, I am sad to see it go. He sleeps a bit longer at night than he used to, and his cries have changed from "la! la!" to proper wails. His little face is fat, fully unsquished and wide-eyed. I don't plan to have more children, but I selfishly wish his infancy had lasted a bit longer.
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