I turned five months today.
Usually, my birthday is a pretty big deal around here. But we’re keeping this one low-key. Tomorrow is Daddy’s birthday, and he deserves his day. But beyond that, we’re not really in a celebratory mode right now. And that’s okay. Next month, I turn six months, which is a half-year, and then it’s on.
Oh, it’s so on.
Still, I dig my birthdays, mostly because they result in the best boob this month. I mean, it’s not every day you can taste a hint of Hostess Cupcake in breast milk.
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