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Five Years | little red pen
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A little red pen goes a long way. Who’s that lady? This entry was posted on June 7, 2011, in Blogging. This post is part of the Trust30. Prompt: Five Years by Corbett Barr. There will be an agreement in whatever variety of actions, so they be each honest and natural in their hour. What would you say to the person you were five years ago? What will you say to the person you’ll be in five years? 8212;———————–. Dude All these life-examination prompts, combined with my impending birthday (Friday, eek! What a...
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2 1/2 Year Stats | The True Story of What Was
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The True Story of What Was. At least from where I'm standing. Bubble Beard and First Bath →. 2 1/2 Year Stats. February 3, 2013. This entry was posted in Miss M. Bubble Beard and First Bath →. 2 1/2 Year Stats. Pingback: 2 1/2 Year Stats The True Story of What Was. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.
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The Dog | The True Story of What Was
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The True Story of What Was. At least from where I'm standing. Izzie is a 60lb Black English Labrador. She was born in the Spring of 2007. She has quite a few boyfriends, Max, Harley and Jaws, just to name a few. She was returned to her dog-mom because of some tooth abnormalities and eventually ended up as a member of our home when she was about a year old. While we waited a long time to get her, we can’t imagine life without her. June 27, 2009 at 8:16 pm. I love Izzie. She’s my best pal. Miss M. (302).
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28 :: July | The True Story of What Was
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The True Story of What Was. At least from where I'm standing. Studio Violin Recital #2 (M). July 28, 2015. Life gets away from me and I find maintaining the blog is something I neglect. I hope one day to have it as a kind of journal of our family, along with our printed photos (do others still do that? This entry was posted in Miss M. Studio Violin Recital #2 (M). Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). Follo...
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Family | The True Story of What Was
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The True Story of What Was. At least from where I'm standing. September 2, 2016. Impossible that I am the mother to a six year old. Just impossible. 6 year old stats: Height: 44 inches (25th percentile) Weight: 41 lbs (25th percentile) She’s reading just about everything and has been an absolute champ with the transition … Continue reading →. November 12, 2015. July 29, 2015. We’ve done a ton of great stuff this summer! Even though it feels like summer is winding down, we still have a vacation (road trip!
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Jenn | The True Story of What Was
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The True Story of What Was. At least from where I'm standing. M’s First Day of First Grade. September 4, 2016. This year we took a leap. We left the private school that M has been attending for three years (all with the same teacher) and moved her to public school. We were originally planning on the neighborhood school, but she … Continue reading →. September 3, 2016. I thought I’d do a little wrap up. We kicked … Continue reading →. September 2, 2016. April 15, 2016. March 24, 2016. March 23, 2016.
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Erin | The Other Side of the Road | The Other Side of the Road
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The Other Side of the Road. Life since becoming a parent and moving abroad with toddler twins. Skip to primary content. Skip to secondary content. Author Archives: Erin | The Other Side of the Road. A swan song of sorts…. July 11, 2013. Erin | The Other Side of the Road. A bit of our Irish life featured on my friend Jacque’s blog:. Heartbroken goodbye, Ireland. It was grand. July 9, 2013. Erin | The Other Side of the Road. A visit to the (Irish) White House. November 6, 2012. Divisive politician Eamon de...
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A visit to the (Irish) White House | The Other Side of the Road
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The Other Side of the Road. Life since becoming a parent and moving abroad with toddler twins. Skip to primary content. A visit to the (Irish) White House. November 6, 2012. Erin | The Other Side of the Road. On this final day of the presidential race in the United States, I thought you might like to see a few iPhone pictures from Ireland’s White House, Áras an Uachtaráin. This is actually the rear facade, now used as the main entry. And the U.S. Ambassador’s Residence. This garden is also harp-shaped.
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I’m Showered | Confessions of a Young Married Couple
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Confessions of a Young Married Couple. I Am a Yummy Mummy. March 31, 2009 · 11:28 am. Yesterday my office threw me a baby shower. It was my first shower (not counting the non-shower that Chris threw me. Well, that just takes it to a whole new level of fun! It was kind of strange though to be at a baby shower and look around and think, “Oh my gosh. All of this is because I’M the one whose going to have the baby this time! This is for MY baby! 8221; It was a little surreal, I have to say. Hello, Gift Table.
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The Breaking Point | Confessions of a Young Married Couple
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Confessions of a Young Married Couple. I Am a Yummy Mummy →. March 28, 2009 · 2:20 pm. I think I have finally answered the age-old question: How long can the husband of an expectant wife keep his sanity? The answer would be seven and a half months. This morning I woke up earlier than him, like always. I took the dogs downstairs, like always. I fed them and had a bowl of cereal myself, like always. And then I settled in with a good book, like always. 8220;Where’s the bread? 8221; he frantically shouted.
