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Is there anything more alarming than hearing your husband run by the hallway with your infant daughter, your husband saying, “Ok, now for reverse superman!!”?

Gloria had her first fever this weekend, so Mike and I spent most of the past forty-eight hours arguing over who has to do The Deed.  We’ve never argued often, but in the past it was about finances or whether we should get cable.  Nowadays it seems to mostly consist of dirty diapers and who has to stick a thermometer up Gloria’s butt.  The basis of my defense is that violating living things with thermometers is a cornerstone of my job, and if you do something all day you should be exempt from it once you leave the workplace.  Mike doesn’t seem to agree.

I had to do the last temp check, so I told Mike I’d post incriminating photos of him.  Then I realized that this was an empty threat.  The worst I have of him is when he pretends to be Snoop Dogg in Gloria’s snowsuit.

Hilarious baldness.

Gorgeous blue eyeball!  I can't wait to see what her eye color is going to be.