You will laugh out loud and nod your head in agreement as you read what this New Freakin' Mummy wrote about her baby boy turning one.
I have a theory that all of the missing socks and soothers are hanging out in my dryer having a party.
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Not every age comes with the same weight. Two and three somehow didn't feel so big, but four? This one is heavy. 
So I guess this is my "thing" now—what I like to do in my spare time.
I have become a hoarder. A hoarder of my own breast milk. Do you have any idea what all that milk means? Do you?
I love being a mother and it is very similar to how I imagined it would be except my baby isn't ugly and my heart exploded.
I'm so sorry, my son. I swore I would never do this but when I was handed the hippo, I just couldn't resist.