I’m growing up, Mommy

I’m growing up, Mommy

Dear Mommy: Please don’t be sad. I’m moving in the big girls’ room tonight. We’ve been putting it off for a long time. Daddy’s moved my crib for me. I’m just right up the stairs. xoxoxoxoxo, Lily

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One of the most entertaining things about a sitemeter is seeing the Google searches that lead random visitors to your blog. Here are some of mine: monster pierced with arrows by charles le brun severely chapped hands furr’s apple dumplings Homeschool + Softball...
Huh?

Huh?

The following took place today while working on chemistry with my fifteen-year-old son: Three-year-old daughter, pointing in toy catalog: I’m getting one of these for Christmas! Fifteen-year-old son: No, Christmas this year is for ages five and up. You and Lily...

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