Zero Chill

My new favorite color is the color of her cheeks. I didn't know I could love pink so much. 

She was crying because of a bowel movement (still working on strengthening those muscles) and Steven and I were trading off rocking, bouncing, soothing her and tensions were high and suddenly the cork of the rose wine on the coffee table popped off on its own with a dramatic "thunk." The only one in this apartment with any chill is Mort. 


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