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lol forgot to mention we already have an 8 yr old son, 6 yr old daughter and a 4 year old son.. that makes 5 total now
oh i work nights so when i get home i let her sleep most the night unless i have to wake her to help me.
i enjoy changing diapers.. when they grow up and total my car ill look back with fond memories. hehe
we've had a ton of peps toss stuff our ways. mostly cribs and basinets. and a ton of blankets.. it seems we blowthrough all of them in a few days heh
and pampers blow.. i dont like them.. i think our son is alergic to them .. a huggies, dri bottom and a nother type he never gets a red bottom. weird
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