fast. Yeah, it's a huge cliche, but they totally do. My 2 month old? She's wearing 3-6 month clothes. It makes me cry.
We're off to the passport office this morning to get Fi's passport. It's actually stage 2 of Operation Acquire UK Baby Passport. I had a scheduled appointment for Friday, but I was turned away for forgetting my marriage certificate. Long story. Ending in mommy brain and extreme frustration. Hopefully today will end with a stamp of approval and the handing over of 80 quid.
Speaking of growing up, I'll be a quarter of a century on Sunday. I'm having a Quarter of a Century Potluck and Board Games Party. Anyone up for a round of Balderdash?
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