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		<title>By: Deanna&#8217;s Corner &#187; Blog Archive &#187; A classic repeat</title>
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		<description>[...] I went to a baby shower yesterday evening for a soon-to-be first-time mother at our church. The women who were gathered there were invited to share &#8220;horror&#8221; stories from their early parenting days. Some made us all laugh, others made us gasp. I was the youngest mommy to speak, and I told this classic tale from last summer, which is the story of my first day alone with both kids after Baby Boy&#8217;s birth. That I can tell this story and laugh means that I&#8217;m either maturing and can see how far I&#8217;ve come since then&#8230; or that I&#8217;m exacting revenge on the Munchkin by repeating this story whenever I get the chance. [...]</description>
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