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Remembering yesterday
I have been working on getting all my pictures onto the new computer and extra hard-drive. It is so much fun pulling out the old discs when my "big" guys were little. I will be throwing random, older pictures up over the next few weeks. Here are a couple: Oh my goodness! Aren't they cute?!
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He reached for me!
My little guy, four and a half months, reached for me when I walked by where he was sitting with his daddy. I didn't notice it the first time I passed, but Katherine did. So, I walked by again. He saw me and reached his arms to me. Not an earth-shattering event, but certainly a
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My new banner…
is one of my all time favorite pictures. Clare, Teresa, and Augustine sitting in the side yard, having a picnic, all gazing off into the distance. I think I love it because it is just so us. It is what we are about. Time…time to play, to dream, to just be. Family…naturally together, each others
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Missing Charlie
We just had Charlie home on leave for two weeks. He didn't stay here but would come over to hang out. We hadn't seen him since Christmas and Augustine took a little while to warm back up to him. But it didn't take long before he was asking every morning if Charlie was coming over.
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Ain’t nothing like…
So, I have had that Brad Paisley song in my head for days (I finally have an iPod and can actually chose what I want to listen to!), and have taken to filling in the blank with the little things that happen in our lives. Here's some: (you gotta know the tune, go look it
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What's even better than singing in the shower? It is being serenaded by your five year old sitting outside the shower doors. Teresa treated me to a medley of Phantom of the Opera songs and Little Flowers verses this morning! She is quite the singer even if we can't understand half of what she says.
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The reluctant blogger
My posts are so few and far between, one might imagine that I don't like blogging or that I don't have much to say. That is actually far from being the truth. There is actually too much to say. My distracted, yet perfectionist, self wants desperately to record our life with beautiful, well thought out
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Lessons in homesteading: We will never forget this day, the one our new group of chicks arrived. The poor dears weren't in very good shape. Three died almost immediately. Katherine then spent hours caring for one little guy, keeping him warm, coaxing him to drink, just making him feel a little loved, even if he