Baby For Rent…

18 months is not my favorite age.  That’s about as nice as I can say it right now. Both of my boys on the day they turned 18 months had some sort of sneaky, aggressive, annoying, whiny gene activate that turned them into tiny Tasmanian Devils. (While I was writing that sentence Will illustrated it…

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If I Were Stranded On a Desert Island… I Would Be So Happy…

Today is just one of those days when I fantasize about being alone.  I think I even might have yelled at some point “Can I just go to the bathroom by myself for once!”  Oh, how I miss silence. I was just thinking yesterday about how I spend about 50% of my thoughts on my…

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