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My tender little helper

I was folding laundry this morning when Chuck suddenly appeared, and because of this past weekend I’ve been stopping whatever I’m doing when he’s around to give him a gentle snuggle. I say gentle because he’s not as into physical affection as Bo was or as much as Coco thrives on it. I have no idea how many more years I have with this guy, so I’m heeding this reminder to cherish the moments I have him near me. And to stick more things on his head.

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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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