A Ball Players Lament During the Stanley Cup Playoffs

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When you're people who know people, you get to pre-shop at garage sales, sometimes even days in advance. And when you pre-shop, you get the cream of the baby clothes.
Even though Margo is something like sixteen thousandth percentile of head size for her age group, it's still hard to find hats. You will probably see quite a few shots of her in her lime green sunhat. It was one of the only ones that fit her. Strange that clothing manufacturers make clothes of all sizes, but hats... you're on your own.
Anyway, we got this beaut the other day. We're hoping that the outfit will be all she needs to become pitcher on Team Wonder Bread. And then she can support her parents, which is every parent's secret dream.

Incidentally, either you let your baby wear a hat, or you don't. This is what happens when you get the on-off hat action happening.
- Michel
Ihaven't commented for so long, tonight I decided to get my word in edgewise.
Margo is getting to want to do her own thing,what a long way you have come.
You are getting to be so interesting,something new in every blog.
Keep up the good work,you are showing us how fast you are learning things.
Bravo.
12:47 p.m.
Margo the fashionista. You are just too cute for words.
Oh..OK...now it works. I've been writing you these long, wordsy comments lately but my blog identity has been denied numerous times, so nothing is ever documented. So let me have my say while I have access.
First of all - in reference to two entries past - "Who Matatimamom loves best". Pulease! We have and will always have this strong, unspoken love and bond between the two of us. I know. I know! I can feel it in my bosom and my sinus cavities. So don't even go there with the "mom loves me best" routine. OK?
Secondly - Today is Mother's Day. Happy day to all the mothers associated in this blog. I know Margo will do her best to hold her mother captive for years to come. Know what Margo? You have a wonderful mother.
And thirdly - I'm done. Peace out.
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