Newborns always remind me of boxers; the puffy eyes, smashed noses, misshapen heads and the jab jab right hook combinations of their barely controllable arms say Jack Dempsey to me. Juliet is now officially out of the tiny pugilist phase. The swelling is going down and her features are starting to pop. Not that I have anything against boxers. I hope she never loses her uppercut.
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