Mount Sinai Hospital Labor and Delivery Unit Class of January ’24 Reunion
Yeah, Mama and I have been good. Just the daily grind, trying to bang out those milestones. You know how it is. Starting to roll over, yep.
Yeah, Mama and I have been good. Just the daily grind, trying to bang out those milestones. You know how it is. Starting to roll over, yep.
We don't even know him, what if this kickass party goes to waste because your baby ends up being a loser or something?
I don’t appreciate your judgment. You hurt me deeper than any wound my son has inflicted with his sharp claws.
When you sing to your baby please use public-domain music.
I just happen to like the smooth sound of “Michael Jordackson.” It’s got a nice ring to it.
My fedora is almost always silent, but your kid starts screaming just because I flick him in both his eyes? Toughen up, Henry.
This new hire, a human-in-training or “cute smushy baby," has been rude, selfish, and has made zero meaningful contributions to the company.
Lyra? Aranelle? Zuma? Kyleena? Gio?
What’s the deal with rattles nowadays? Seems to me like a poor excuse for jangly keys! Oh, wait– can someone bring me a bottle?
Your Four Grocery Bags So You Don't Have to Make Two Trips: These are overstuffed, precariously placed, and definitely digging into your shoulders.
The lack of children being born is not due to Millennials having less sex, but rather the funky little houseplants known as spider plants.
The queen travels around the board very fast, knocking over the other pieces, sometimes singing "Let It Go" from Disney’s Frozen.