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The Marshmallows.
“Mom, I’m sooooooo hungry,” came the voice promptly at 6:15 am from my four year old daughter, Lo. “Ok, Ok,” I responded sleepily,” let’s go get you some breakfast. Normally, my little one wakes up about an hour before everyone else’s alarms go off, pitter patters into my room, crawls onto my bed, steals half…
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The Saga of Sisterhood
“MOM!” comes a screech wafting up the stairs, “Lauren is hurting my feelings!” “Mom, Lauren stole my owl Squinky.” “M–O—M–this is not a tattle…Lauren just kicked me.” Oh, the joyful day it was when Brianne became a big sister. Not wanting her to feel neglected in any way when her new baby sis arrived, I…
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The Chucks.
Lo Lo. Not to be outdone…ever. My dad knew that Chucks for Christmas would be a hit. Pink high tops for her older sister, and purple lows for “the Lo’s.” They see Papa wearing his Chucks all the time…and their Aunt Colleen…and Uncle Michael…. My oldest had a baby pair of pink ones, and still…
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The 12 degree run.
Here we are again…12 degrees. After last winter, it’s seems survivable…just pics today.
Sunny&80 