When I was about 14 or 15 I attended a Church Fireside meeting about rock-n-roll music. Fireside meetings were special monthly meetings for youth usually held at someone’s home (by the fireside, natch) about topics ranging from how to stifle all sexual awareness until one was married to how the wine that Jesus drank was [...]
Just imagine her boobs at the end of her third trimester. I really, REALLY hope she blogs her whole experience. And opens up comments.
She’d been crawling around with a carrot in her hand for over a half hour and finally she just stopped, fell flat on the floor and began nibbling on it. (Jon took this photo. You should see the whole series.)