Here I am with my aunt Mary. She flies from the state of Washington to the scenes of family births and builds cabinets, mops floors, and pays for parking and snacks. It's a tremendous service. But what has she done for me lately?

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Here is my father's compadre, Alx Meza, and me. He announced that this was his first time feeding a baby. Nice job! See ladies? I am not dead.

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Harrison says:

I was lying on my parents' bed this morning, trying to blend in with the blanketry and pillowry, looking very small. My father walked in and saw a pillow on the floor. Without thinking, he tossed the pillow onto the bed, where it landed on my person. I said nothing, and the situation soon righted itself.

Marty says:

I was wondering what the pillow was doing there. "I'm not paying rent in Los Angeles that I could buy a house on 30 acres with in Vermont for pillows on the floor. This isn't a Japanese tea house," I said. As I sailed the pillow through the air, I glanced at where it would land. Harrison didn't make a sound when it dropped from the sky onto his tiny frame. I was happy it wasn't the pillowcase full of oranges I hit his mother with.

Rebecca says:

I was carrying him in the sling the other day and bonked his head.

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