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The adventures and misadventures of a 30-something mother of four, legal resident alien, Navy wife, fledgling photographer and cake baker. I'll probably use this as a venue to complain about stuff and I may post about cute and funny things my kids do, or perhaps how exasperating it can be to parent small children. Welcome aboard the Tomahto Express. Leave me a comment, in any dialect.
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5 comments:
I love dark, tragic poetry. :)
LOL, Brian, you can really feel the emotion, can't you? We were pretty psyched, actually, when instead of a throwing a tantrum he went off and wrote a poem. I stuck it on the side of the fridge so he'd be reminded of it throughout his sentence. After the week was up I found it floating around the house. He took it upon himself to expunge his own record, I guess!
Being grounded is apparently a muse.
Actually, I took it down. I needed the magnetic chip-clip holding it to the fridge. :)
I like my version of events better. :P
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