When I was growing up, we had a cabinet upstairs with our baby books and a bunch of old pictures in it. I would look through that stuff on a regular basis. I never get tired of looking at old pictures. Especially old pictures of me. The first 10 pages or so of my baby
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Yesterday Number 3 destroyed one of my cornstalks. I have been slightly obsessed with my garden this summer, and I grew those suckers from little seeds. I planted 16 of them, but only 9 actually made it. I’ve never tried to grow corn before, so I thought even with just the nine plants that made it, we’d
If You Give a Mom Two Hours
The other day all the stars must have been in alignment because I had two uninterrupted, kid-free hours during the day here at home. I pretty much never find myself in this situation, so I was really excited to get to cross at least a couple things off of my ever-growing list of things-to-do-that-I-never-get-around-to: address the envelopes for the thank
When you are Number 7, you don’t care what the hell they do to you…
Number Six caught in the act He tried to make a quick getaway and wiped out in his own puddle of misbehavior. (and don’t worry — it’s only water).
I swear it was their idea…
Number 3 and 4 asked to sleep in their closets tonight. If only there were locks on those doors…
I’m good enough. I’m smart enough. And doggone it, people like me.
Yesterday’s swim practice was a swimathon where the kids had to swim as many laps as they could in an hour. Number 3 swam 48, and Number 4 swam 40. I was really impressed. So last night as I was tucking the kids into bed, I told them each how proud I was of them. “Hey Mom,”