To the Tune of Brother John:
Please quit whining
I said sit down
You're just fine
Is it naptime?
I just want a quick break
Why can't you just go play
Leave me be
Guess who's three
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A friend once likened my struggle to conceive to catching lightning in a bottle. Four times we've succeeded, twice the bottle broke. One firefly flits around the living room, the other watches her in amazement. I watch them both with awe, gratitude and a serious need for caffeine.
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