With the departure of the random woozies and the mandatory naps comes the stage of uncontrollable weepies. A Gerber commercial, a Mary Oliver poem, normally it would invoke a brief moment of awe and then I'd be happily on my way. Now, it's full scale weepies complete with a quick sob. It's hormone fueled sentimentality at it's best and I'll take the warm mushys over the cranky grumpies any day. (And I bet Raendi would say the same!)
And, in other news: we are officially outed a la Facebook. What an interesting virtual world we live in. :)
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