Yesterday my husband scared the shit out of one of my friends, that was visiting, by showing the film from Noam's birth. Really, who, other than the parents, wants to watch a just born baby full of blood and fat.
My husband was clueless though, and this morning he asked: "Was she okay yesterday? She didn't seem to be herself." I told him that my friends "herself" probably got lost in between the birth movie and the questions about prams from a (pregnant) couple that was also visiting.
And today I probably scared the shit out of another friend that was here, by stinking of baby puke and talking about how Noam shat on my husbands foot yesterday.
Guess we're lucky if our friends ever come for a visit again.
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I'll visit again if I get to meet that cute guy you were talking about.
He's coming to Stockholm this weekend! Guess we will be seeing you then :)
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