Whew! A whole lot less emotional today. Sean and I spent a whole 7.5 minutes having dinner together last night. In a moment of empty fridge and bare cupboard artistry and genius, he managed to whip together a remarkably tasty pizza. The only thing that would have improved the meal would have been a reprieve from the unrelenting humidity. Soupy is how my boss describes it. That really just makes my stomach turn, but it’s kind of true. Anyway, after our relatively leisure meal (Briar was in her crib upstairs trying to work things out – mostly through tears and wailing – we ate without having to fend off her adorable hands, which sometimes make you feel like you are in one of those…

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