Poop

This picture pretty much sums up my life right now, and no I do not want to see what is in the trash can right now. That can wait until our other friend (Damon) gets home on Thursday.


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Caged

Just the way I like them.

Leavenworth

Dear Universe: Please rid our home of Leavenworth plague, rid baby Ethel of the flu, bring me a new nephew (today please) and bring back a big Benign confirmation for sweet Sue.




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Lots of love

Having a 3 year old is a challenge. I don't think there is a way to like 4:30 am to 7:30 am. Maybe that should be my resolution. But Christmas with a 3 year old is magical. They believe everything you say. Elf talks to Santa, toppenish junk yard is the north pole, ect. We are so fortunate in every way to have health, family, friends and love. May your basket be full!



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Look how happy we are at 6 am. Within 28 hours the little one will be diagnosed with pneumonia and the next little with an ear infection. I saw our pediatrician at Target (only in Yakima) and I just walked by, but I wanted to drag him back to the house to check Quin out. We are business as usual and went to the train museum in Toppenish after the doctor and starting two sets of antibiotics. They put on a nice event. Plus it is fun to try to explain to your 3 year old why the North Pole looks like a junk yard. What a mind trip this whole Christmas thing is. So far one of parenting top 10s. And Bryce has heard of Jesus, his friend Tommy told him at day care. I would pay money to hear that conversation.



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Location:Pneumonia

Love

Okay it is 5 am, but I am still in love with this scene. I am pretty sure Damon is not. And the uhaul trailer parked across the street with the 20 something digging around in it... He isn't homeless or a thief. It's a UPS drop. That's how they roll. You can all feel safer now that I am on neighborhood watch.






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Talking toy

I bought myself a pirate ship with people so we could move past the talking cars. I ended up with a ghost pirate talking to a boat. Arghh. On a different note we made it through 2 months of single parenthood. We only had to call for back up once (thanks aunt sandy and mom and dad).


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