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"Hi, all! Hope you had a lovely weekend. We did, and I&amp;#x27;ve decided to recap it here. I really hope JD will look at this blog when he is older and realize that we had a lot of fun and never once hit pause because we aren&amp;#x27;t exactly society&amp;#x27;s ideal of family, uh, whatever that is. It&amp;#x27;s really important to me that JD knows it&amp;#x27;s been him and me from the very beginning (that&amp;#x27;s 11 weeks pregnant, bud), and we&amp;#x27;ve been fine--a little team of sorts, really. So this weekend...Aunt Kateri and Aunt Lo abandoned the infamous island of Manhattan and came to Jersey. We started out in Englewood Cliffs at Blue Moon, where we all shared some chips and guacamole. Every time Aunt Lo went to dunk a chip, JD snatched it from her hand and shoved it into his mouth. At one point, he pulled the bowl toward him and attacked it with a spoon. JD eats like a 13-year-old boy. I easily spend $70 a week on groceries. And what&amp;#x27;s the allure of sugar packets and babies? I dunno, but they work like a charm when JD gets into a I&amp;#x27;m-not-behaving-anymore-mood. The girls spent the evening at our new home. Aunt Lo did this with JD most of the time, while I reminded her to &amp;quot;be careful, oh God, Lo, be careful!&amp;quot; JD LOVED it. He giggled the entire time and lay down in front of Aunt Lo summoning her to pick him up by the ankles, sing the &amp;quot;Tick-Tock&amp;quot; song and do it all over again. And again and again and again. &amp;quot;Oh God, Lo, be careful. His head, his neck, his face. I can&amp;#x27;t watch.&amp;quot; JD just squealed in delight. &amp;quot;Don&amp;#x27;t break my baby!&amp;quot; The three of us drank wine and watched The Reader when JD went to sleep. That&amp;#x27;s an entirely other blog. See the movie. At around 1 P.M., JD decided to join me and Aunt Kateri in my bed--and I let him because we were all tired and he was crying, but when he settled in between us, he fell straight back to sleep. For a moment I realized this is how it would feel to be crammed into bed with JD&amp;#x27;s dad and him and me. Then I stopped thinking about that. JD woke up at 6 A.M., sat up, looked at me, looked at Aunt Kateri, looked at me, gave me a weird look and said, &amp;quot;Who dat, Mama?&amp;quot; The day began. The aunts were mildly confused why we were up so early, but I gave them coffee and made them eggs. We watched cartoons. JD wanted to be a human clock again. Aunt Lo dangled him from his ankles. I showered. I took an epic shower and wasted a lot of water and didn&amp;#x27;t feel bad. Why? I take three-minute showers every single day, and some of those days, JD is playing peekaboo behind the shower curtain getting water all over the place. Some of those days there is shampoo left in my hair. Some of those days I shave only one leg. We spent the day at Van Suan park in Paramus. JD rode on the carousel. I got slightly nauseous. I am notorious for puking on rides. I didn&amp;#x27;t puke this time. Then we took a train ride. Note: JD is addicted to Thomas the Train (he even has a Thomas swimsuit) and, well, all things trains really, so I achieved &amp;quot;coolest mom ever&amp;quot; when I took him on an actual train. He kept saying &amp;quot;Oh-wa, Whoa-wa, Coo-wool!&amp;quot; He was also a teeny-bit mystified like, I thought these things only existed in bite-size form on my train table in my bedroom--what the heck is going on here!? The day ended at the Cheesecake Factory, where JD shoveled more guacamole into his mouth. I drove the aunts to the GWB and watched as they boarded a little white bus that would take them back to the city where I used to live. My eyes switched to the rearview mirror. JD was sound asleep. We drove home to the city where we do live. I feel so lucky to have friends who aren&amp;#x27;t bothered by the fact that I&amp;#x27;m a mom now. I received some mail from young moms who said their friends jumped ship when they got pregnant. My friends just started calling themselves aunts and turning my son into a human clock. Yeah, I do this with him now. Thanks, Aunt Lo! Get Glamour Wherever You Go! Follow us on Twitter. Friend us on Facebook. Add us to your Google homepage."^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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