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682 Years OLD! A poem for Lucy
Shoes on the wrong feet, socks on my hands, totes packed full of toys. Yep, I'm 2!2 Years OLD! That afternoon nap I think I'll be skipping, My books? The pages lately I've been ripping. Independence I'm constantly fighting for, And if I...
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75Wranglers for every occasion
If you are like my brother-in-law, wearing Wranglers is like wearing deodorant. He rarely leaves the house without wearing sporting either of them. True, it gets warm in California, especially during the...
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75A few Stupid ways to die
Death. An inevitable for us all. It shows no favoritism, does not care about one's wealth or poverty, race, gender, age, whom we married or divorced, or what type of dwelling we called home. It will be the last thing we do, as the oxygen, blood...
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59Outings with little ones
Outings can be fun with little ones! There was a time in every parent's life when outings were fun - a trip to the grocery store was leisurely, maybe even an enjoyable activity spent with a spouse. The movies,...
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56What kind of RV do you have?
You never know what's going to come out of their mouths. Or sometimes any of the various orifices. When kids start to master the complexities of not just words, but sentences, then conversation, look out,...
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57The big #2
The day is here. I've watched it approach with excitement, but also with some reservations. My oldest turned 2 today. Yes, two! In addition to caring for an infant, I now have the strenuous task of being the mother to a tantrum-throwing,...
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60My family made me a bad pet owner
While making dinner tonight, trying not to lose my mind, burn myself or anything near the stove, constantly popping an eye into the front room to ensure my daughters haven't destroyed anything or each other,...
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60Quiet Chaos
I sense something is amiss. The house has fallen into a silence, which usually means only one thing: my 2 year old is causing havoc somewhere, quietly yet no less destructive. I try to give her a little...
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53Some SAHM rambling...
Running running running on caffeine, picking up toys, shoes, bath towels, paper, pencil markers, again and again, again. Load up the girls, get in the car, go, out away from the house before the anger builds, the frustration accosts me like the flu....
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63The Awkward middle seat of a Hearse
After my grandpa passed away, my family arranged to fly out to Springfield, Missouri, for the funeral and burial. He had lived a long, wonderful life, and got sick a few months before leaving the world, ready...
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