Nine is Halfway to Eighteen

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As of yesterday, we have a nine year old living in our home.  She’s spunky and sassy, bold and beautiful.  She is my heart.  She is my Mini Me. I’m not sad about her growing up.  Yes, she was a gorgeous baby, early talker and do-er, and charmed everyone around her.  That was fun.  But [...]

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Restaurant at Home

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Apparently food does taste better from a restaurant.  Welcome to Home Sweet Home Cookin’. While I was buzzing around the kitchen yesterday, the kids asked if they could play restaurant.  “Well, I guess, but we’ll be eating soon so don’t make a big mess.”  (Uh… not paying attention much, mom?  Restaurant.)  So in my peripheral [...]

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Doughnut Date {Finer Things Friday}

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After my 9:15 baby check yesterday, my tag-along and I headed to main street to visit the health foods store and drop off a couple boxes at the consignment store.  Only… those stores aren’t open at 9:45.  In fact, as we walked up and down a couple blocks, searching for an open business, the one [...]

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Who’s In Charge Here, Anyway?

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***I know and love many beautiful, generous, small families, and truly… family size has nothing to do with family quality.  I also know some of you are in the throes of infertility and/or miscarriage or other health issues and would give anything to walk in my shoes.  I know, because I’ve been there.  Please understand, [...]

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Game On! {Finer Things Friday}

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Last night, after putting one grumpy child in her bed, it was Game on!  Many times I sit on the sidelines watching, or at least pretending to watch while tending to email or dishes or Facebook, but I don’t want to be That Mom.  I want to be That Mom. I want to be the [...]

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