X is for eXtras. Extras of everything. Extra blankets, extra diapers. Extra changes of clothes. Extra changes of clothes for mother. Yesterday we finally had dinner at a restaurant--of sorts, it was Rudy's "Country Store" Bar-B-Que. Usually at Rudy's it's "Sause" on my shirt. This time, it was a double dose of spit up. I needed extra clothes.
We also need extra storage space, an extra pair of hands, and extra pacifiers. Extra patience. Extra crib sheets. Extra sheets for our bed.
And we have extra love for our son. And extra special love from him.
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