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Pardon My Baby Talk

I spent years in the babyhood trenches. I have the scars, words, and formula stains to prove it.

He’ll get it. I know he will. He’s done it before. He’ll do it again.

It’s our favorite trip. Other people might not get it, but we do.

They’re looking down on me with a smile or making my ears ring from afar.

Autism doesn’t make my son the best boy in the world. The fact that he’s mine makes him the best boy in the world.

When it comes to meetings like this, it’s about helping my child. I’m here for him.

It was the day that she nearly made me laugh so hard that coffee came out of my nose

I don’t want to live my life angry and, just because I have kids, it doesn’t mean I have to.

The turkey is gobbled and the pumpkins are mulch. You’re allowed to decorate. It’s OK now.

We all rushed to get here. When we did, it was electric bills and frozen waffles.