Joy
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Teacups of Nots
Oh, what an Easter we had, friends! What joy! What blessings! What happiness! Our table was full of food and treats… Our baskets were full of eggs… Our backyard was full of children……
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Is This Blog-worthy? I Think Yes.
This past Sunday, I wanted to be outside so, so, so badly. It was beautiful! It was Palm Sunday! The pool was gorgeous! The sun was shining! Friends were texting me about splash…
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Art Festival Goodness
This weekend, we loaded the kids up on Saturday morning and headed down to the Lake Eola Arts Festival. Lake Eola is this giant lake in the middle of downtown Orlando. The city…
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The Festival of Gracie
The term “birthday” is so misleading. “Birthday” (singluar) would seem to imply that the celebration lasts a single day. Our family is either doing them so right or totally wrong because birthday celebrations…
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Happiness is a Minor Change Away
My Happiness Project has been on temporary hiatus for the past two weeks while I get back on my feet. But I’m back up and running again, and so I’ve recommitted to my…
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Lessons I Learned This Week
This week has been a doozey, imaginary friends. I had a bad reaction to a medication I was put on and have been shaky, dizzy, and fatigued all week, for about 24-hours we…
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Why Moms Take All the Pictures
While we were at the beach over Christmas, Chris and I tried to get a picture together. Unfortunately, our arms weren’t long enough, so this is what the picture looked like: Totally frame-worthy,…
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Don’t Bother Me. I’m Relaxing.
Ohhhhhhh, imaginary friends. I cannot tell you how wonderful our Christmas vacation has been so far. We have seen family and friends, eaten until we are about to pop, slept late and napped…
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Wee Choir.
Bean joined the preschool choir at our new church. It’s called Wee Choir, and I am a wee bit obsessed with that name. It is just so darn cute that it makes me…
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The Memory of a Drain Strainer
Tonight, I was doing the dishes after the kids were in bed. They were sleeping, Chris was working late, and the house was quiet. As it often does in times like these, my…
