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.
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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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turning four, four year olds, birthdays, motherhood, letter to my son on his fourth birthday, different stages, love, cole, jen warman, cole warman
Not every age comes with the same weight. Two and three somehow didn't feel so big, but four? This one is heavy. 
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So I guess this is my "thing" now—what I like to do in my spare time.
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I have become a hoarder. A hoarder of my own breast milk. Do you have any idea what all that milk means? Do you?
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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.
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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.
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