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Decisions, decisions
Lately pondering a new tattoo...want something representative of my children, and have decided to go with something feminine (of course): birth flowers. Wait, wait--hear me out ( Read more... ) -
Some days...
Logan slapped a kid at church the night before last--or so it's been said. I have no reason to think the boy who said it would lie, but I have no proof of what actually happened, either. (It's a class of 3-6 year olds, and none of them *really* know each other--besides, Logan has a mean streak when it comes to Sissy, so I wouldn't put it past him ( Read more... ) -
Ramblings...
I've always been told every child is different--particularly boys vs girls--but it's blowing my mind to see how different Dana is from Logan. I mean, *seriously* different ( Read more... ) -
Road not traveled...
For me, grief is a nebulous concept--I remember being a sad little girl when my great-grandmother died (Granny, as we called her), and I recall the horror and disbelief I felt when a fifteen-year old girl in our church was killed (I was fourteen, I think). But I've never lost a close relative or friend in my adult years, and now that reality is ( Read more... ) -
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You know how you lose weight for a while, then get stuck at the same weight for a week, week and a half?
Yeah. Annoying.
Grrr.
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Children are entertaining
A couple of evenings ago, I was sitting in the living room floor with Dana--who is now sixteen months old--and feeding her dinner. She's trying to master the art of the fork, but still has more problems than successes (she never spears anything with the tines, just stabs around and flings food). Like she so often does, she finally held the fork in ( Read more... ) -
Pretty much everyone, I think!
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Those kinds of parents
You know the ones I mean--the ones that cart their sick kids everywhere, hacking, sneezing, and snotting their way through the store, along the buffet counter, and in line at the bank?
My ever-loving IDIOT of a husband wants us to be those parents.
Wednesday, both kids came home running fevers (Logan: 101.5; Dana: 102.6) and were given Tylenol ( Read more... ) -
Month One results
Color me happy--after thirty days, I have officially lost ten pounds.
Yes, I still have a long way to go, but I'm pleased as punch with what I've done to date. If I can just stay on the straight and narrow, I'll be back in my honeymoon dress well before our trip to Hawaii next year (which would be fantastic).
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In other news, Logan turned four. ( Read more... ) -
The latest...
So, still progressing on the weight-loss venture, though I'm seeing a trend of temporary gaining every weekend. It's such a pain--problem is, we make our rounds visiting family (taking the kids to visit grandparents, mostly), and we're there for meals. Getting out of eating is impossible, as we're talking about old-school "Are you hungry? You want ( Read more... )