On the way out, Joey carried the diaper bag and a drink, I tried desperately to shove two hot dogs in my mouth, and we both kept an eye on G as she walked in front of us saying hi to everyone we passed. At some point I realized that this time next year one of us will also have an infant somehow strapped to our body. How on earth will we manage that? Then I got really hot and had to sit down… with a plate of nachos.


This is the jersey that the Blue Jackets sent Gracie when she was born. I remember thinking it was enormous and would never fit her...
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