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go there.
I have so many funny friends that I can no longer keep track. Wait – that’s not really true. But I do have some mostly funny friends, some pretty funny friends, some occasionally funny friends and some consistently funny friends. (Are you wondering which you are?) My friend Tyler is consistently funny. Which means all the time. He is funny all the…
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first.
First time in a sandbox. First time eating sand. First time taking a series of photographs exclusively using the manual settings on my camera. (And you are seeing these sans editing.)
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what a long, strange trip it’s been. emphasis on the “long”.
It seems we like adventure lately. Or something like that. And I guess it wasn’t enough to drive three hours into the mountains of Georgia last week with five young children. Nope. Not enough. I am a glutton for punishment I suppose. I threw in one more kid (totaling six, in case you’re counting) and tossed in about triple…
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a fairytale
Once upon a time (about four days ago) we embarked upon an epic journey. (We drove to Georgia.) Where we stayed with two princesses (Lindsey and Rachael) in their castle (an apartment with the red door that matched the other twenty-five red doors). Our chariot (a scruffed up maroon Suburban) lead us to a raging river (a pleasant, wide stream)…
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before my very eyes.
I think I am watching my little Scout get older with every silly band she adds to the collection on her wrist.
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we let him eat cake.
Otto had a pretty low key first birthday party, as far as those events tend to go. And I am okay with that. Besides, he has enough siblings to constitute a party wherever he goes, so it all works out. A few good friends joined us to do what you do on a baby’s first birthday. Watch them eat cake.…
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everyone thinks their own kid is funny. so do I.
One kid. Two stories. Because I can. The First. Yes. We are still bribing Finn to use the bathroom somewhere other than her own pull up. After one such attempt (and success!) Finn requested her reward. “I want sad-you-seize.” she informed me. “Sadducees? Like in the Bible?” I asked her. (Hey, she’s like a genius or something. Maybe she had…
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The Hawke
This is Hawkeye. He needed a haircut. And I had this idea. His name is Hawke, after all, right? The idea actually took several weeks of convincing. Finally, this weekend, somewhat out of the blue, an announcement is made by Hawkeye. “I’m ready for a mohawk now Mommy.” Okay. Okay son. Drop everything. Run to our resident stylist. And one…
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running makes me think
I think the fact that I am finding running to be a Good Idea For Me is for three basic reasons. And those are . . . 1. If I exercise more, I can eat more. And I, like my little Scout, enjoy food. I like Cadbury Cream Eggs. And mashed potatoes, crusty bread dipped in olive oil, red velvet…
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One
Just one year ago you looked this. Brand new. Hours into our life. Peaceful. Still. Beautiful. And now one year later you look like this. Seldom still. Walking. Eating. Laughing. Still beautiful. Happy Birthday One.
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When Uncle ‘Stin Comes To Town
We heart Uncle ‘Stin. (He’s framily, you know.) He stopped by for a visit this week. Here’s what we learned while Uncle ‘Stin was around. I met ‘Stin (a.k.a. Austin) when he was younger than my little Wilder is now. Which makes me feel an odd combination of both sisterly and maternal affection for him. (Is that misterly affection then?)…
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Love Wins
Love Wins. That’s what a bumper sticker on the back of our Suburban says. In black and white. There are some topics about which I really don’t care to write. Like this one. Because when I throw this stuff out there into the blogosphere I become accountable. If I keep these ideas in my mind then no one can judge…
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Family Night
Wednesday evenings at our house have been officially retitled. It’s a catchy one. Wait for it. Family Night. Yeah, even I think I could do better than that for a name. (I’m working on it, alright? One can only be creative on so many levels similtaneously.) For us, Family Night just means a night where we let the kids choose…
