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Living Small
Everything in our lives had been planned to a tee… graduate high school, then college, then marriage, then work. Things got a bit, well, dull. We didn’t have a next then (we didn’t want kids, haha). So we decided to
Living Small
Everything in our lives had been planned to a tee… graduate high school, then college, then marriage, then work. Things got a bit, well, dull. We didn’t have a next then (we didn’t want kids, haha). So we decided to
Toys Shmoys
I decided our kiddos had too many toys. Possibly because I don’t like having many things and I live in a constant state of purging or maybe because I’m tired of picking up every night. But really, I’ve watched them
Toys Shmoys
I decided our kiddos had too many toys. Possibly because I don’t like having many things and I live in a constant state of purging or maybe because I’m tired of picking up every night. But really, I’ve watched them
Morning Madness
I remember my mom opening the blinds every morning. It was the first thing she did when she’d come downstairs. Then she’d make the bed, feed the cats and dogs … the list goes on. I never really thought about
Morning Madness
I remember my mom opening the blinds every morning. It was the first thing she did when she’d come downstairs. Then she’d make the bed, feed the cats and dogs … the list goes on. I never really thought about
Last Three Weeks
It’s been over three weeks since I’ve recorded what we’ve been up to. It’s a bit foggy … Laine was sick, then Brian was sick, then Blaise and I were sick. And in-between sick days, we did a few things.
Last Three Weeks
It’s been over three weeks since I’ve recorded what we’ve been up to. It’s a bit foggy … Laine was sick, then Brian was sick, then Blaise and I were sick. And in-between sick days, we did a few things.
Toys!
When Blaise was a little guy we had too many toys, and they kept coming in. Family, friends, my Amazon addiction, a commemorative toy for every Target trip (which is at least once a week) … way too many toys.
Toys!
When Blaise was a little guy we had too many toys, and they kept coming in. Family, friends, my Amazon addiction, a commemorative toy for every Target trip (which is at least once a week) … way too many toys.
Two Kids, One Room
The kiddos share a room. Sort of. Not really. When one plans on moving back to California and never having children, one may purchase a two-bedroom place. The one in this scenario would be Brian and me. Which means by
Two Kids, One Room
The kiddos share a room. Sort of. Not really. When one plans on moving back to California and never having children, one may purchase a two-bedroom place. The one in this scenario would be Brian and me. Which means by
Jumping Raccoons 