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Being a parent to a late talking child is scary. This is my story of the first time I knew that my son was going to be okay one day.
Being a parent to a late talking child is scary. This is my story of the first time I knew that my son was going to be okay one day.
Instead of listening to an expert tell you what to do with your child, be the expert who does what the fuck you want. Don’t let statistics scare you away from co-sleeping.
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Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
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