And yet, there’s part of me that can’t believe that my kids were ever as small as their preemie clothes — or the photos of their tiny heads in my hands — suggest, and I suppose a reproduction would bring it all back.

of course, that’s the FREAKY part of me.

[I'm not early voting because I want to cast that ballot on the day, as part of a nod to history. Then again, I live in a quiet precinct, and the kids are off school that day, so we can go early and I can hope that they remember this election, at least vaguely.]

Now, about the dolls, thanks for the link. My husband’s aunt (his mom’s brother’s wife) is addicted to those dolls and I was absolutely creeped out by the photos that she posted online months ago. One day my SIL and I counted the dolls, she has 16 of them and a whole WARDROBE of matching outfits, pacifiers, everything. I thought she was literally going crazy, but then lately I noticed that she’s posting even more photos (you would throw up just reading the labels in “baby voice” that she writes) and that lots of other women are commenting on them! So, good to know it’s a trend, and that she’s not really “sick” (or, if she is, she’s in good company, it seems). Oh, and I’ve gotten used to the pictures by now (them floating in the pool, sitting in the sun, hugging each other, etc…).