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Supposedly the magical day is Tuesday!

Had a wonderful weekend

We really enjoyed the break from the constant rain and got our backs into it in the back 40. We have been trimming the trees and pulling out the dangerous crap we never noticed from the winter falls. N was instrumental in this, and enjoyed how “strong” he is by felling and hauling the tiny trees.

G and I went Sunday to purchase a hermit crab for N. She knew that was the plan, after sufficient waiting time after his goldfish finally passed. She was pretty insistent, and he was happily floored when we came home with his new friend.

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Sad Today

Life is so good for us right now, and so hard for so many of my friends.

I am counting my blessings and blowing belly kisses to my friends in pregnant bubbles, safe from the hubris!

btw– I got your message today.

My own blog is about my family and is supposed to be a celebration of our life, a record of our time here. Of course it’s going to be positive. If you have quit me, that’s your business, but just know I won’t ever be able to remember you in a wholly negative light. You changed my life in a fundamental way, and that’s not something I will forget.

Thinking of my friends

Susan, Nathan and family.

You are in my heart and prayers.

Dude, where’s my wand?

I surely want to be able to wave a wand and have all the projects done, the carpets cleaned and the clutter away.

Guess I will have to settle for burning calories.

Boys who play with dolls

My heart just overflows with tenderness when my boys play with dolls. I love that we aren’t hammering our children with nonsensical gender messages. I love that I have a man who parents the way he should, with open heart and hands, who encourages his sons to be good fathers. No doubt, my daughter leads the charge and is far more into her babies and their care than my sons are. They don’t nurse their babies, or pretend to birth them like G does, but they do act like, well, Daddies. They’ll sling them, feed them, toss them around.

Big brother bought baby brother a doll for Christmas. He chose it, wrapped it himself and gave it to him on Christmas Eve. ~D~ named it “Born,” after Big Sister’s doll “Newborn.” As I write this, the children are breakfasting and ~D~ has his baby with him. The older children are just totally into ~D~’s pretend world, doting on him and his baby, helping him arrange the highchair, talking to him about baby wanting Daddy.

I am enraptured by the circle of love my kids have created.

Teralicious!

I think of you every day.

I do.

Happy Halloween!

Planning the assault……….

“This is my sister, (her pumpkin is on the right) angry with me. And this is me, laughing at her!”

Truer words were never spoken!