ONE HUNDRED SEVENTEEN…we got this! seriously! we got this!#$%!??!! Part 5


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So just to recap on the trip thus far, (NOTE: this section of Part 5 is inspired by Bear Hands, Daft Punk, LCD Soundsystem and Bombay Bicycle Club) we have learned 7 Extremely valuable lessons about RV camping; Seatbelts ALWAYS…even … Continue reading

ONE HUNDRED TEN…my day was ‘craptastic’. How was yours? Part 2


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So far, from what I can tell, Shakespeare’s Comedy of Errors was not based on my life, but after today, maybe it should have been. The last time I had a craptastic day was 2 years and 5 months ago. The start … Continue reading

ONE HUNDRED NINE…i don’t want a stinky heart


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oh hell, I guess I’ll write a post.. I have been eavesdropping on my girls lately and I have heard some pretty funny stuff… Abby:  Phoebe, CC has a sweet heart. You have a stinky heart. Phoebe:  I don’t want a … Continue reading

NINETY-EIGHT…and we’re back


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I have a love/hate relationship with this face… I love that lip. It’s so adorable. But seeing her upset hurts my heart. But that lip!!!! MAKE IT STOP!!! Cecilia is still screaming…and working on getting on to her knees and … Continue reading

EIGHTY-SIX…it’s Christmas for crying out loud


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I am so tired of finding Christmas tree ornaments strewn about the yard, dangling from the turn switch on a lamp, crammed into the crevice of the seating in our living room and lying broken underneath the couch. Why such … Continue reading

FORTY-ONE…night-time at the asylum


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This is my life It was almost another craptastik day…I will spare you the details but suffice it to say, rain and all, I TRIED my very best to turn things around… ”hey lets play and let mommy take pictures” … Continue reading

THIRTY-THREE…my day was ‘craptastik’. How was yours?


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The day is ending the same way it began…disastrously. This morning I got upset with Abby for knocking over her juice at breakfast. Five minutes later, Greg and I are talking about something. While I was using my hands to … Continue reading