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Blood & Bone

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“Are we ready to go home?” I asked Tracey. We’d taken the kids to a park where they can ride their scooters and bikes.

“No, not yet,” she said. “They’re having so much fun.”

“So we’re going to wait until someone hurts themselves then?”

In the world of helicopter parenting, we’re the ones they’ve grounded due to poor maintenance.

Forget Me Lots & Lots

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Having kids is like being a contestant on a game show & having to pick between doors 1, 2 or 3.

You don’t know what you’re going to end up with – it could be the car, it could be the encyclopedias – but you just know by the end of the episode you’re going to have a great story to tell your friends.

Slip Sliding Away

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“Do you have that book your cousin wrote, the tape dispenser or my silk dressing gown?” Grandma asked me.

The older she gets the more excellent her hiding spots are for her treasures. One day I fully expect she’ll lose her house.

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Mr Handy

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A broken leg, the flood, the vomits progressively going through the kids and back to school have all synced together to give us an exhausting week. But I could have handled that.What has undone us is our littlest miss. She had her first birthday on Tuesday (oh yes, add that to the mix as well) and has decided sleeping at night is now optional. Again, this wouldn’t have been so bad except her cot is in our room.