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look what we found outside.


Dearest, tiniest FOX: I'm still waiting for you to test out your lungs. In that regard you and your sister are like day and night, you are so calm and placid (so far at least).  The midwife came today to give you your heal prick test, I thought for sure that that would induce at least a little noise. Instead, you gave a look of displeasure as if to say 'must you?' then promptly fell back asleep. I know there are those that claim to have had babies that don't cry but I've always been slightly skeptical about their existence. To me, a 'silent baby' is nothing but an oxymoron.