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Sometimes I wish that I had infinite energy so I could execute my infinite ideas. There are so many, what am I going to do with all these ideas? If I didn't get tired or didn't need to sleep or eat or bathe, oh just think what I could do. Read more on Countdown to Kids, One Half-Day More, (or Why I need Service for 24)… . . . → Read More: Countdown to Kids, One Half-Day More, (or Why I need Service for 24) I don't know what has happened to me. Sam had a meltdown a few days ago, and part of his tearful undoing was the fact that he really wanted to see and hold a snake, and soon. I thought it was weird, I'll admit, until I realized it was kind of how I feel about having a bath, that it takes the static away and makes me feel all whole and reborn and all that, and who am I to judge, and please just calm down, son. Read more on Sometimes all I want is a warm place to coil up and hide too…. . . . → Read More: Sometimes all I want is a warm place to coil up and hide too. Oh my. My 14-year-old is taller than me now, I am pretty sure. He says he is 5'8” but I think it's more now, and my 11-year-old daughter wore me down to get her some summer clothes (I wanted to wait until she was permanently at my house for the summer), so we spent the afternoon at Target where I had to take her out of the girls department and into the women's/juniors section. Read more on Only a tiny bit of preteen drama, but it was enough for me…. . . . → Read More: Only a tiny bit of preteen drama, but it was enough for me. I have sick kids. Henry has been coughing all morning, Olivia says it hurts to talk. I believe her because while I am Not Sick, it hurts me to talk/swallow/breathe too. I don't Get Sick. It's not allowed. Read more on We've got us some sick kids… . . . → Read More: We've got us some sick kids Hazel had a dance dress rehearsal and recital this weekend. At the dress rehearsal I somehow missed how much life was left on my battery and halfway through the event my camera battery died. . . . → Read More: Dance anywhere. I usually write posts in the evening when I have these thinky-thoughts and am feeling a theme to Mah Life, but since it's morning things inside my head are a little more static-y. Read more on AH MAH GAH WE HAZ ZITS… . . . → Read More: AH MAH GAH WE HAZ ZITS My youngest child is five years old. She is busy and precocious and fearlessly hurtles herself into life. It's bittersweet joy to watch her, my last baby, grow up so quickly. . . . → Read More: Little(r) I can't get enough of these tulips. As far as I'm concerned they are miracles of nature of the highest order. I really am capable of taking pictures of things besides flowers. Read more on Moving Day. I've had a lot of these in the last few years…. . . . → Read More: Moving Day. I've had a lot of these in the last few years. Unfortunately their appetites are not affected, and left to their own devices they will strip my cupboards bare in a few hours. Having kids like mine is like living with four termites ranging from 40-110 pounds. I'm kind of wondering what ailments I can introduce into our household that will keep them from eating my entire paycheck. Do you have any suggestions? . . . → Read More: Outsmarting Termites "remember who you are" — are you sure? . . . → Read More: Remember Who You Are |
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