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They are only two, after all. They are only two. Only two, I remind myself. This morning, James wanted “gah-gas”. I pulled out crackers of every sort, put them in a bowl and set them on the table. Not good enough. What the heck. He screamed and cried, threw several mini-tantrums, and continued to yell
It’s been a while. Please don’t judge. Two (count them O-N-E, T-W-O) 2-year-olds… remember? My children are not my own anymore. I mean, they are mine, I own them, in the same way I own my dog – I love them, feed and water them, clothe them, and make sure they learn appropriate tricks, but…
It was a lovely, warm, sun-filled Saturday. A friend and her two girls were coming over for a play date, while our husbands spent the day with little white balls and metal sticks on a luscious, green carpet of grass. At 8am, I realized that we were running low on milk. Blasphemy! No milk =
Our first trip to the Y put me into a bit of a tailspin. Have we gone again? Sure, but I’d rather not talk about that. Here’s a little glimpse into the last few weeks at our house. Elsa has become our little cookie hat fashionista. See more…
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