the smell of my desperation has become a stench

Just like when she was a baby

This one was obviously taken before she broke her arm and is sort of a prophetic request of hers, to take a bath in the sink. She had just come in from the snow and her feet were freezing, so I compromised and told her we could wash off her lower legs. That’s it. Now this is pretty much how she gets clean, at least until this afternoon when she gets new X-rays and most likely a hard cast. As for her hair? What can I say. We’re going for a Janis Joplin look.

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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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