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Zig's adoption fell through, so he'll be staying with us for a while longer.
I know you were all worried about how I was going to keep the back of my neck clean after his departure.
There was much cheering after the rescue organization called me this morning.
I do not think Ziggy would be very happy in our post-pandemic life, because he hates to be alone. I do not think it makes sense to adopt him.
But I keep thinking about it anyway.
Welcome to my blog, where I mostly natter on about my life with five kids. Occasionally (not very often, because teenagers keep a person humble) I dispense parenting advice. Occasionally I write about other things, like books. (Those are probably affiliate links in posts about books. If you click through and buy something, Amazon will pay me a little bit of money.) Or faith or food or my secret strategy for dealing with annoying kid behavior or whether I am fit to be a mother. Also: who is the mystery intruder? And: does stay-at-home mothering rot the brain?
If you are worried about slow weight gain in a breastfed baby, this is my most-viewed post — hope it's helpful to you. Want to read more? I have some favorite old posts linked here, or you can find my archives here.
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