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	<title>Emily Anne</title>
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		<title>Baptism by fire</title>
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(*Exhale*)   I am barely keeping up with my life.  My living room floor is covered with dry pinto beans that Henry will not let me clean up because, "Mom!  The animals need that bean field!"  Okay.  Fine.  But bean fields have been known ...</description>
		<link>http://www.emilyanne.net/2008/baptism-by-fire/</link>
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		<title>The Fourth (and fifth, sixth, seventh&#8230;)</title>
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White Love Birds (from Yumiyumi Etsy shop)

I'm not wearing mascara today.  It's an unusual thing for me, even on days with no plans I like to stroke the thick, dark paste through my blond lashes; makes me feel less dead.  But not today.  The likelihood of black, ...</description>
		<link>http://www.emilyanne.net/2008/the-fourth-and-fifth-sixth-seventh/</link>
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		<title>Making Things Official</title>
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I've cried three times since giving birth to Lily -- when my mother in law left, when my mother left, and on Sunday night.  In my world, family departures always merit tears (lots of tears.)  Sunday night was just a post-partom upheaval of emotions having to do with ...</description>
		<link>http://www.emilyanne.net/2008/making-things-official/</link>
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		<title>transformation</title>
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I used to have long hair.

 
  

Now I don't. </description>
		<link>http://www.emilyanne.net/2008/transformation/</link>
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		<title>The Truth</title>
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The truth of it all is that it is really, really hard to have a new baby and a three year old.
Whew!

I'm tired.

My chest is still marvelously sore.

The hours between the night feedings feel like miniature time -- so short!

And I might have a nervous breakdown when my mom and ...</description>
		<link>http://www.emilyanne.net/2008/the-truth/</link>
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		<title>Big Celebration</title>
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Dear Henry,

A few days ago you and I made cupcakes.  When it was time to eat them after dinner, you wanted to make a celebration out of it.  You insisted on candles, singing, pictures -- pretty much a birthday party is ...</description>
		<link>http://www.emilyanne.net/2008/big-celebration/</link>
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		<title>The Post That Makes My Doctor Revoke the Refill Option on my Pain Meds</title>
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 One in a Bouquet of Lilies from Nate
 My once calm, predictable, structured, organized (sort of) life has imploded into a haphazard heap of breast pads, binkies, steri-strips, nipple creams, changing pads and hand sanitizer dispensers.  The only thing holding anything together is my post-c-section abdominal girdle and ...</description>
		<link>http://www.emilyanne.net/2008/the-post-that-makes-my-doctor-revoke-the-refill-option-on-my-pain-meds/</link>
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		<title>And these&#8230;</title>
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		<link>http://www.emilyanne.net/2008/and-these/</link>
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		<title>Lily Jane</title>
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Welcome to the wonderful world.





 Lilian Jane
Born July 24, 2008
8 Pounds 6 Ounces -- 21 Inches Long
   


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		<link>http://www.emilyanne.net/2008/lily-jane/</link>
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		<title>Swim.  Swim.  Swim.</title>
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We like love to swim.
   
 


    

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Sometimes the "Dog Days" of summer aren't so dogged.
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