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The Worst Thing That Can Happen After You Birth a Human
After the kids went to bed tonight, I grabbed my shopping list and coupons and headed up to Target to do my weekly grocery shopping. (Side Note: Have you ever been grocery shopping…
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We Are There
During one of the busiest points of grad school at Yale for Chris, he came home one night to find a hearty, home cooked meal: Chinese take out. We ate at our tiny…
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Graaaaaaacie Girl
Through all the change that’s been going on around us lately, there has been one constant, shining, bright spot. One place I can always go for a little break in the day’s hectic…
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In Our House
In our house, pants are optional only if you’re potty training (no matter what my husband tells you…). In our house, we don’t own a scale because we’re more concerned with how good…
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Part II: Vacay Pictures!
Ginny and John Michael got into town late on Friday night, so Saturday morning we got right down to the business of vacationing. Chris and I made a breakfast casserole for everyone (which…
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Sharing Tutus
“Hi, Gracie,” I said. “Hi, Mom!” “I really like your tutu.” “Thanks,” she said. “Do you think I could borrow it?” I asked. “No, way, Mom!” “How come?” I asked. “Cause it’s mine!”…
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A Day in the Life: Two Year Old and Three Months Old
This week I completed a course I was taking for my teaching certificate. I’m taking another course online, but this one was in a classroom for the past two weeks. We had a…
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My Husband’s Rut
One of my favorite characteristics in Chris is that he is unshakable. Unstoppable. Unflappable. You know that phrase, “He takes a lickin’ and keeps on tickin’?” They basically wrote that about Chris. There…
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Incommunicado
I am terrible at communication. (Which is odd. Because I am a blogger.) Specifically any kind of communication which involves technology. (Again, this is odd. Because I am a blogger.) Emails sit in…
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You Guys Do This, Too, Right???
Lately, I’ve had a small concern in the back of my mind. I have a strong suspicion that the Department of Children and Families may take my children from me. Why would I…