Dreaming--of changing poopy diapers--during the only time in the whole night when 1. I actually fell asleep and 2. Neither child was crying.
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- Piece of Work
- Los Angeles, California
- Amy--38 year whiner; Lance--37 year old charmer; Isaac--5 year old wild man; Vivian--4 year old terror
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- Yesterday next to the playground, a carnival had b...
- Look! Rides! What Fun!
- Sadly, the rides are much better in theory than in...
- Whee!
- Houston, we have lift off
- Huh.
- It's Alright to Cry*
- These pictures were not taken this weekend.
- Because it was cold this weekend.
- However, I wish it had been nice.
- So I am pretending they were.
- Unfair
- Sadness
- This is what came off my hardwood floors this morning
- It's only a vaccuum
- Fairy Blog Mother
- NoYes
- 10 months
- First outing at the beach in swimwear, 2005
- Where's Waldo?
- Daylight Savings Time
- Parenting
- The two caged birds, they are a' singing (and laug...
- Independence
- 6:45 am Saturday morning. Witness the power of Ses...
- A thousand times, thank you.
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