Reminisce

Sometimes looking at our past is important. Sometimes it is just out right hilarious. This is the latter. Reminisce with me, won’t you? The following story is not a test or piece of fiction. The following story is #111 why we should have our own show.  as promised, the grocery store ::flasback segment::Layla Grace-6 monthishEli-18months-ishIsabelle-4 ishme-the day I turned grayIt’s a day like any other. We have errands to run. One including the grocery store. We stroll into Albertson’s. Oh so unsuspecting. I have Eli and Layla squeeezed into the front seat normally meant for one. They are rigged, two…

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Snarky Ain’t All It’s Cracked Up to Be

This is our squirrel. Well, that isn’t her actual name, but it has been her label since our older daughter used her lisp to call this little one a crazy girl. It came out more like, “Crazy Squirrel.” She was only a year old then. She is seven and still Squirrel.This face is commonly found on her face. It means many things, and my husband can regularly be found trying to decipher it through loving conversation only a Daddy can deliver. He has grotesque patience. He could out meditate Ghandi. I mean it. Don’t even bother with a staring contest.I…

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Sometimes My Parenting Surprises Even Me

We have friends in town. You know the kind: besties that blur the line between family and friend for so long you forget you aren’t REALLY related. They live further away these days, but it isn’t their fault. We keep moving north. There is a slight chance we will end up right back where we started as their neighbor if we keep up this crazy pattern. At least we can grab a little Canadian chocolate on our way. Do not fret. We will share. I mean, I won’t but I have trained my kids to do as I say and…

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