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With my first born

Leta and I got dressed up and attended a Mother’s Day brunch at Jon’s mother’s home with the ladies on his side of the family. We had a lovely afternoon, and while we were eating we were joking around about kids and DNA and how every time you go to procreate you’re really just pulling the arm on a slot machine. And I was like, “Yup! And mine came up ARMSTRONG! ARMSTRONG! ARMSTRONG!”

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Heather B. Armstrong

Hi. I’m Heather B. Armstrong, and this used to be called mommy blogging. But then they started calling it Influencer Marketing: hashtag ad, hashtag sponsored, hashtag you know you want me to slap your product on my kid and exploit her for millions and millions of dollars. That’s how this shit works. Now? Well… sit back, buckle up, and enjoy the ride.

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