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These boys are birthday buddies, born on the same day. On the right is my little man Jack, on the left is my friend Doreen's little man Xander. Doreen and I were friends in middle school, way back in 1985. In 1986 my family moved away from Tucson to a small town in central Illinois. Doreen and I kept up a detailed correspondence for a year or two, then we lost track of each other as more immediate high school concerns took precedence. But we hooked up again when I moved back to Tucson in 1999. We rediscovered our friendship, had babies at the same time, drifted apart again, and now it looks like our paths are converging once more. Or she might be so disappointed that my Jack taught her Xander how to armpit fart that she'll never contact me again.

Just for fun, here's pictures of the two of us with our babies when they were just a month old. Do I look terrified or what?



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Lori Stewart Weidert said…
Cute pix. We were just discussing armpit farts at our last get together. We're a refined lot.
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