Kari likes having him to herself too This guy is here today. I love babysitting him because for the entire day I have him all to myself, can hold him all I want and not be considered a baby hog. I don’t have to take turns and be polite. I don’t want to be polite. […]
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The party at preschool is on Thursday, so we gotta be ready. We managed, even though the construction paper I was sure we had was gone and we couldn’t find any of those little paper doilies. We had some. I dunno where they went. These turned out fine anyway. It was fun. Tonight I went
Okay, a few minutes ago, we had Julia upstairs at 10:20pm with her squealy, giddy laughing. Their room is above ours, and I could hear her feet running all over the place. This kid had bedtime prayers, kisses, was tucked in very nicely. The mandatory ritual of the fetching of the Yo-J was done. That
I’m too sick to write anything. I’ve had a bad reaction to the ibuprofen I took for my back and am covered head to toe in hives, and the stomach hurts. I don’t know why it happened now, since I haven’t had any ibuprpofen for many days. I expect to live, but honestly I feel
Kirsten took this picture of Kari, and for the record, Kari’s a very patient girl… Kirsten’s car? The mechanic finally called tonight about 7. It’s the fuel pump! It’s a straightforward problem with straightforward solution. Whew. That car is so twitchy and glitchy, it makes us incredibly nervous whenever it acts up. But this we
Hey, this Toyota accelerator problem–I gotta tell you, this happened to Kirsten. She drove off in John’s brand new Toyota with t.c. in the back, taking the freeway across town. About twenty minutes after she left home, she called on her cell phone and said she was pressing down on the brakes with both feet
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