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Obstacle course

We always tell people, “Oh no, actually, we had our boy.”

What can she climb? Jump off of? Tear apart? Throw against the wall? Wound?

Here she’s climbing the gates that surround a fifteen-foot drop into the window well of a room in the basement. No fear. Except for what I have of what happens when she gets a drivers license.

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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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