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This Kid

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This kid turned four almost a week ago.

She kills me. At this moment, she is currently not taking a nap like she is supposed to be doing. Rather, she's building a tent and trying to move her bed so she can fit in it or under it or something like that.

I'm letting it slide.

Another crash and another "whoops" and maybe I should rethink the whole independence, etc.

Meh, the house is quiet sans those crashes and she is happy. Every few minutes she runs up front to ask if she can get more blankets. I politely say no. She turns and runs down the hall, heading directly for the closet where the closets are.

Now she is hungry and wanting to take Cheez-Its to her room. I draw the line. No one steals my Cheez-its. Cheez-its are not allowed in the back, only in the kitchen.

Fuzzy isn't sleeping much these days, either. Per Husband, he chirps from about 4am-6am. It doesn't bother me and I sleep right through it. Apparently, Husband doesn't. #MOTY

Bennie is snacking o…

My little Angel

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Bennie was an angel in the Christmas Pageant yesterday....


She melted my heart!

Decorating and all the rest

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I just got back from jogging. Of course, let's be honest-- "jogging" is a strong word. A 12 minute mile is my current pace. I have never been a big jogger, but I'm 36 now, so I should be trying new things. Yoga, 1993 Reebok Step Aerobics, Richard Simmons, and hardcore-long-distance walking... those are my things.


Today though, was an accomplishment. I had surgery last week. "Surgery" is a word that looms in the air and inevitably, the next question in one's mind is "What kind?" -- but people, no matter people, are always too polite to ask. If it isn't offered, then the word hangs, waiting to be answered.

I debated about whether saying anything about the surgery on my blog, not because of the surgery, rather the surgery itself has to do with, ahem, parts that are not discussed in good company. Insert words that are too big for auto-correct here. A D&C and ablation were scheduled for last Tuesday in the hopes of preventing a hysterectomy.

Uncle Andy's

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We went to Uncle Andy's on Wednesday before Thanksgiving to shoot guns and ride the land.

Riding the land is a farmer's pastime and I love riding the land, but considering I have not ridden the land in about, ohhhhh, 10 years- it was fun to hop on the back of the truck and get a little dusty.

What's 'The Land,' is a reasonable question, but the answer is always different. Wednesday, The Land was Uncle Andy's 200+ year old farm. It is the original piece of land from before the Revolutionary War. King George gave his family the land grant and, miraculously, the land has stayed in one piece and in the same family for all these years.

Think about that for a second-- my family couldn't even keep a set of silver together for fifty years. How much land he has is somewhere between 400 and 4,000 acres, I can't remember. I just know that I don't want to be in charge when it comes to pull weeds.

We pulled onto the moss covered drive....


And all the kids tumble…

If you were me

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Which would be your favorite?!














Gobble Gobble

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Thanksgiving is suddenly upon us. Bennie's school does a Thanksgiving Feast with the kids dressing up as pilgrims, turkeys, and Indians. While they will learn in the coming years that the pilgrims weren't really all that friendly to the Indians, it was a feast filled with songs about friendship (We are Pilgrims/We are Indians/Let's be friends, Let's be friends/We will work together), thankfulness (we say thank you/merci/etc), and an overload of cuteness.





This kid-- she doesn't just kill me; she slays me. Over and over again and again.

A few weeks ago, maybe months by this point, we made the discovery that Bennie couldn't hear. No, she wasn't deaf- but her hearing was bad. She wasn't being a defiant three year old, the kid couldn't hear!

Children her age should hear at a level of 10-15, per the audiologist-- she was at a level of 35. Whoops!

Off we go to surgery for tubes and adenoids.

The doctor does his thing and about 43 seconds later, he is meeti…