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cute strikes again.
I know I have an addiction to Cute. It’s made me say yes to goats because – they are so adorable. (No, Dad. They don’t produce any tangible product for our family. They produce happiness. And cuteness is their commodity. I find it sufficient.) I do have the ability to say no, of course. And we have let our rabbit move on to greener pastures to minimize what animal care we can over here. (And by greener pastures I simply mean we found a very loving, better equipped, farm family to raise her.) But I’ve been longing for an inside dog. A friendly sleeps-in-your-room-at-night kind of canine companion. A cute one. I tried,…
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selfishness – another site.
I was looking at some random blogs the other day and I was overwhelmed at the cuteness out there in blog world. (Or whatever it’s called.) And then I started thinking about myself. And about how I like to think that I do not think about myself all the time when in fact apparently I do. I thought I had a pretty cute blog. And it’s alright, you know. But . . . comparatively speaking . . . man – I have some weak spots. I could use a little bit of glitter and glam. A little eye candy I guess. I like simple. I do. And I am a…
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Truce
The relationship between Piper Finn and Beckett has been turbulent since their first meeting. Their two years together have been filled with highs and lows. The highs – sweet photos, short hugs, occasional sharing. The lows – pushing, smacking, hitting, general lack of kindness. This weekend, a new level of understanding was reached between these young friends. While enjoying a taco together on a recent outing, Beckett and Piper sat beside one another. Beck leaned in and bumped his fist a few times at Piper. Piper leaned in toward him and whispered, “Beckett?” Beckett put down his fist and said, “Huh?” “No fighting today, okay?” Beckett responded, “Okay.” And their…
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Wee Little Finnian Facts
Tonight, even as I type this, Piper Finnian is sleeping in her big girl bed. A bed without walls. A bed that does not mandate containment, but merely suggests containment. Wait, did I type “sleeping”? She is not sleeping. At last check, her lights were on. I have corrected that situation and now we will proceed to see how the night breaks down. In other Piper news, she learned a trick from her friends Mandy and Jody. And it’s really cute. She lies down somewhere, anywhere, puts her hands behind her head and says in an exaggerated sigh, “Lax”. (Which means “relax” you know.) Oh and she can also drink…
