My firstborn loved her newborn baby sister. LOVED. I couldn?t blame her: The baby was tiny, precious perfection. Her fingernails were like miniature seashells, translucent and round. Her arms and legs were curled up into her body, still downy, and her feet were wrinkled and purplish. She seemed so small and fragile and feather-light next to the gia...
Si te gusto esta noticia puede que te interesen estas..
Do you have an exciting story to tell about motherhood" We are currently on the lookout for engaging and witty blog posts about real life experiences ...
