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Peppermints

I have to admit something.  I can sometimes get caught up in the rat race of motherhood.  I mean, I can sometimes start to feel like I'm not as good as others-- as pretty, as put together, my house is not as updated, my kids are not as well-behaved.  And then I let these silly… Continue reading Peppermints

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Being four… or forty-three

Ryan tells me everyday how old he is.  He uses his age to explain to me why he can do so many things now.  It's because he's four.... which he's been for six months now.  But because he's four he can now tell jokes (not really), use a knife (definitely not really) and wipe himself… Continue reading Being four… or forty-three