Never a dull moment and of course we never do things the easy way!
Wrangling 5 year old Hank the Tank and our little Stinkerbell, juggling marriage, a full-time job, and my yarn obsession which incorporates my fixation with pregnancy and childbirth (translation: I make A LOT of baby blankets), I write to save my sanity.
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Saturday, August 23, 2014
Bad Dreams
Henry pitter-pattered into our bedroom in the wee hours, climbed into bed and whispered, "I had a bad dream, Mama. I dreamt I was a pancake and everyone was trying to eat me." Oh, buddy.
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