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Dear Amber,

I think there will soon come a time when Renee resists being referred to as "the meat." I hereby go on record as never having authorized any such nickname. That being said, the video below should fulfill your request for more of "the meat" although it contains no images of her roly-poly thighs. For that, you will have to come visit her, and soon because she is quickly growing out of her baby fat. The sing-song mommy voice, well, there's not much I can do about that, it just happens.

Love,

Shan

petri dish

ugh! yes, I am a complainer. I like to complain. In England they call it "whinging" pronounced (win-jing) and someone who whinges is a whinger. I don't want to be a whinger but I so enjoy whinging. Today I am whinging about being the host for all sorts of viruses unknown to me before baby. Renee and I are recovering from our 3rd cold since the New Year. I know, I know, I have little to complain about aside from minor illnesses. Can I complain some more? Now about my sweet hubby. He was going to make me soup for being sick, well I had to beg and didn't even get any soup until 10pm! I felt sick and unloved. Where's your mom when you need her? When Charles was sick once I made some special concoction soup right away and even dug up some dandelion root from the garden for its special healing power! Where's the love? It must have something to do with the over riding significance of the "man cold." (see hilarious video pasted below).