The Cellar {Finer Things Friday}

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My mom remembers huddling in it with her 9 siblings during crazy Kansas storms. I remember hesitantly descending the cement steps into the musky damp to retrieve one of hundreds (it seemed) of jars of canned pears. And then there’s this. Just like the generation before him, all 34 of us, running up and down [...]

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Filthy Tub {Finer Things Friday}

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After bathing children one day last week, this was all that was left, and I had to have a picture. “Can’t wait to read that blog post,” my husband joked, knowing I would never take a photo of the dirty tub for any other reason.  And he’s right.  But a filthy bathtub cannot go unnoticed [...]

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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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Spring at the Farm {Finer Things Friday}

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Oh, this weather!  I have a feeling there will be hot, dry ramifications when I’m 9 months pregnant, but I’m trying not to think about that right now! Last week, when the sunshine was just gettin’ good, we headed to the farm for a little visit. Ahhhhhh, we needed that! What Finer Things are you [...]

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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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