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We brought a newborn home from the hospital yesterday. Her longer-term foster family can’t take her yet, so she’s crashing at our pad for a week or so.

She’s very newbornish — teensy at six pounds, closed eyes, skin about four different colors, cone head. Her name is Marie. She is, of course, adorable. And she is, like, a total chick magnet. (Some good that does me now, huh?)

I think before I said we’d sworn off newborns in favor of fostering older children, but they were desperate for the placement and we still had most of that baby stuff. And it’s temporary.

And she’s so gosh darn cute.