Today I am literally dropping in from on the road. I am on the I-95 in Florida, and accessing the internet via cell phone towers. We have driven through the night and, as usual, breakfasted at Cracker Barrel.
As we tucked into the pancakes and bacon, oatmeal and biscuits with the coffee coming as fast as we could drain our cups I heard chuckles from various tables. The last chuckle was followed by; "Hup - it's off! Isn't she a doll?"
I glanced at the end of the table and sure enough Elsa's bib was off and she was digging into her pancake and blackberries with great gusto. You could barely disguinish her eyes from the smudge of berries that were disguising her chubby cheeks. Her delight in her breakfast drew admiring glances and more chuckles from all around. Glad for a lull in her high spirits that had kept me in full motion, I went back to my pancakes.
Suddenly a voice spoke from over my right shoulder.
"You have such lovely children and so well behaved!"
"Thank you." I responded gratfully, while trying to hide my embarrasment. It was so good to know that despite my needing to crawl under the table numerous times to retrieve the endless stream of crayons that flowed there as well as hunt down runaway spoons and straws (not to be used again!) that my children appeared to be well behaved.
But then it dawned on me as I helped the children gather up their napkins, activity books and stickers while we prepared to leave that perhaps one of the reasons my children seem to be so well behaved is because we don't hang up my parent's hat at the restaurant door. Even though this break from driving is as much needed by my husband and I, we are still focussed on the children. We are attentive to their needs, we converse with them and engage their attention until the dinner arrives. We also realize that while traveling to different States can be an adventursome - the long hours remaining stationary in the van are not.
After so many hours of sitting the children need to be able to move about as much as possible, one of the reasons we typically choose Cracker Barrel for our only sit down dinner break. While waiting for our table, the children are able to preuse the merchandise, touch the stuffed toys and drool over the barrels of candy sometimes eliciting bribes, errr, I mean promises of possible treats if 'we behave ' at the table. After dinner before we strap up the car seats and do up the seatbelts there is our now customary race to the front porch barrel and back. Several races were needed today before the young ones seemed even just a little tired.
Now as I type on the keyboard Elsa, once again recognizable after a quick wash down by her daddy, is snoozing in her car seat. The others are once again enjoying the scenery and calling punch buggies on me and I am basking in the various compliments we received today. And feeling grateful. Very, very grateful for strangers noticing and taking the time to compliment my husband and I on our children's behaviour! Truly our children's behaviour is thanks enough, but the compliments certainly add icing to the cake.
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Monday, October 23, 2006
Friday, October 20, 2006
Impatience
Are You My Mother? By P.D. Eastman was in the library and better yet it was in Spanish, Eres tu mi Mama? I snapped it up and was looking forward to reading it to both Emma and Nathaniel. I remembered reading it to the earlier brood and the middle kiddos too. Each had loved it.
All were fascinated as the little bird searches for his mother, asking a kitten, a cow and enventually a SNORT if they were his mother. Emma and Nathaniel were each curled up on either side of me leaning in towards the pages as we read about how the little bird was looking for his mummy, and actually passes her while she is pulling a humungous worm out of the ground for his breakfast.
Nathaniel smiled at the silliness of the baby bird asking a plane as it flew overhead and calling down to a boat as it drifted by if they were his mother. But tender hearted Emma grew more and more concerned that he was alone and could not find his mummy. She shifted anxiously beside me and tried to turn the pages ahead of the words we had read. She was impatient to learn what was going to happen. She put her hand over mine and pulled on it and finally when the Snort lifts the wee baby bird into the air she gasped and struggled to turn the page before I had finished reading it. She burst into tears, desperate to know what would happen.
The second time we read it, she enjoyed it more. She was relaxed and no longered strained to turn the pages, even playing with me as we made the noises of the animals the little bird encounters in his search for his mummy.
However, over the past few weeks I have discovered that no matter how exciting the story or even if it is a somewhat mundane book that I am reading to Emma, if it is new to her she chafes at the bit to turn the page and take a peek at what is coming next. She wants to know what lies ahead. She is impatient. No matter what the story line is she just cannot relax and enjoy the book until she knows all. And it struck me the other night, that I am just like her.
I, too, am very impatient to know just what the future has in store. I am always trying to see around to the other side of the page.
Like Emma I need to learn to be patient, relax and enjoy life while allowing God to unfold the mystery of what the future holds for me. All in His good time. Read more!
All were fascinated as the little bird searches for his mother, asking a kitten, a cow and enventually a SNORT if they were his mother. Emma and Nathaniel were each curled up on either side of me leaning in towards the pages as we read about how the little bird was looking for his mummy, and actually passes her while she is pulling a humungous worm out of the ground for his breakfast.
Nathaniel smiled at the silliness of the baby bird asking a plane as it flew overhead and calling down to a boat as it drifted by if they were his mother. But tender hearted Emma grew more and more concerned that he was alone and could not find his mummy. She shifted anxiously beside me and tried to turn the pages ahead of the words we had read. She was impatient to learn what was going to happen. She put her hand over mine and pulled on it and finally when the Snort lifts the wee baby bird into the air she gasped and struggled to turn the page before I had finished reading it. She burst into tears, desperate to know what would happen.
The second time we read it, she enjoyed it more. She was relaxed and no longered strained to turn the pages, even playing with me as we made the noises of the animals the little bird encounters in his search for his mummy.
However, over the past few weeks I have discovered that no matter how exciting the story or even if it is a somewhat mundane book that I am reading to Emma, if it is new to her she chafes at the bit to turn the page and take a peek at what is coming next. She wants to know what lies ahead. She is impatient. No matter what the story line is she just cannot relax and enjoy the book until she knows all. And it struck me the other night, that I am just like her.
I, too, am very impatient to know just what the future has in store. I am always trying to see around to the other side of the page.
Like Emma I need to learn to be patient, relax and enjoy life while allowing God to unfold the mystery of what the future holds for me. All in His good time. Read more!
Maybe....
This is why Elsa is waking from her naps... still tired and cranky!
I think sleeping with my head against hard white bars would
give me a headache too...
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I think sleeping with my head against hard white bars would
give me a headache too...
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Monday, October 16, 2006
Calling for Volunteers
I am preparing a questionnaire for University Students and another for high school students. The information used in this questionnaire will be used to help develop a pilot video program that will be aimed at Catholic/Christian teens.
The program will be dealing with areas of interest ranging from topics such as chastity to the difficulty of living one’s faith while still having to live in the world whether home schooled or in a secular schooling situation.
It will not be a very long questionnaire, and will require mostly yes and no answers that need only be circled. There will be a few questions that will require answers of a few sentences or more depending on how much the participate wants to say.
I am looking for volunteers ranging in age from 13 - 21 to answer these questionnaires.
If you know someone who would be interested and willing to commit to answering such a questionnaire please email me, or have them email me at
mycatholicfaith (symbol for at) gmail.com
And depending on the person's preference a questionnaire can be emailed, or mailed to the individual. If mailed, a self addressed envelope will be enclosed for the completed questionnaire to be returned in.
The answers will be private and no names will be used in the pilot and/or scripts developed from the information gathered. Addresses used for mailing questionnaires will not be kept on file or used in any way other than for mailing the questionnaire. Read more!
The program will be dealing with areas of interest ranging from topics such as chastity to the difficulty of living one’s faith while still having to live in the world whether home schooled or in a secular schooling situation.
It will not be a very long questionnaire, and will require mostly yes and no answers that need only be circled. There will be a few questions that will require answers of a few sentences or more depending on how much the participate wants to say.
I am looking for volunteers ranging in age from 13 - 21 to answer these questionnaires.
If you know someone who would be interested and willing to commit to answering such a questionnaire please email me, or have them email me at
mycatholicfaith (symbol for at) gmail.com
And depending on the person's preference a questionnaire can be emailed, or mailed to the individual. If mailed, a self addressed envelope will be enclosed for the completed questionnaire to be returned in.
The answers will be private and no names will be used in the pilot and/or scripts developed from the information gathered. Addresses used for mailing questionnaires will not be kept on file or used in any way other than for mailing the questionnaire. Read more!
Honesty!
All seat belts, car seats and booster seats were finally done up, a deep sigh of relief was issued all around the van and then...
6 yr old Tanny Paul: "I need to go to the bathroom!"
4 year old Emma Louise: "I neeeed to go to the bathwooo - WAIT! I alweady went!"
Oh thank you God for that little grain of honesty! That child earned a big kiss and hug! The other one... got to get out, traipse back into the church hall under the guard of two older brothers and... use the Mens Room. Read more!
6 yr old Tanny Paul: "I need to go to the bathroom!"
4 year old Emma Louise: "I neeeed to go to the bathwooo - WAIT! I alweady went!"
Oh thank you God for that little grain of honesty! That child earned a big kiss and hug! The other one... got to get out, traipse back into the church hall under the guard of two older brothers and... use the Mens Room. Read more!
Powerful thoughts
Many readers wrote to me after I posted about the stress of the past five years. Thank you for the love, concern and favourite prayers that were shared. It was very meaningful and I truly appreciated it. I have tried to write to each person who sent me an email directly. If I have missed anyone - please accept my apologies. In my defense I was ill with a stomach bug and had been for a few days now and so am a bit tired and a little thick between the ears, as my Dad would say. (Slow...)
One reader in particular shared some very powerful thoughts that are deep and quite meaningful, especially when one's goal is to become a Saint. A goal I sometimes misplace, to my shame. Here are his thoughts...
"I wish there were words to say that all will be all right with houses and jobs ... but I don't think this is what God cheered Julian of Norwhich with, in her illness, "all will be well... " is to lean on God in pain, in poverty, in all need, for the joy and inward love to keep plowing a field of stone. I think if we plow that field of stone expecting a harvest that will sustain us, saying I am suffering for thee Lord, so reward me... then we face harder times ... but when we thank God for the stones, we begin to find the small green between them, find what enough is ... and there is hope for untold bounty.
...... But, I also know many find joy in less. I am reminded that the elder rabbi's in Auchwitzs put God on trial literally for breaking the covenant, watching their families murdered - and in the end said, To us it seems God is guilty, the covenant was broken ... and then, they prayed and thanked God. There is where faith is found, to say, I hurt, it is unfair, what next? and by the way, dearly and deeply from the bottom of my soul, thank thee Lord for all I have grant me strength in thee if not understanding of thy ways."
Thank you Lor.
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One reader in particular shared some very powerful thoughts that are deep and quite meaningful, especially when one's goal is to become a Saint. A goal I sometimes misplace, to my shame. Here are his thoughts...
"I wish there were words to say that all will be all right with houses and jobs ... but I don't think this is what God cheered Julian of Norwhich with, in her illness, "all will be well... " is to lean on God in pain, in poverty, in all need, for the joy and inward love to keep plowing a field of stone. I think if we plow that field of stone expecting a harvest that will sustain us, saying I am suffering for thee Lord, so reward me... then we face harder times ... but when we thank God for the stones, we begin to find the small green between them, find what enough is ... and there is hope for untold bounty.
...... But, I also know many find joy in less. I am reminded that the elder rabbi's in Auchwitzs put God on trial literally for breaking the covenant, watching their families murdered - and in the end said, To us it seems God is guilty, the covenant was broken ... and then, they prayed and thanked God. There is where faith is found, to say, I hurt, it is unfair, what next? and by the way, dearly and deeply from the bottom of my soul, thank thee Lord for all I have grant me strength in thee if not understanding of thy ways."
Thank you Lor.
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Sorry - it wasn't in the wedding contract!
(While trying on her Charlie Chaplin costume)
"Mummy could you tie this tie for me?"
"I'm sorry, I don't know how to tie a tie."
"What? How can you be a WIFE and not know how to tie a tie..."
Ooops, I must have missed that lesson when preparing for married life! Read more!
"Mummy could you tie this tie for me?"
"I'm sorry, I don't know how to tie a tie."
"What? How can you be a WIFE and not know how to tie a tie..."
Ooops, I must have missed that lesson when preparing for married life! Read more!
Sam! What are you doing there?
One of these things is not like the others,One of these things just doesn't belong,
Can you tell which thing is not like the others
By the time I finish my song?
HELP!
On Friday, I was finally able to complete and post a good schedule for us to follow for school. It looked realistic, covered all the subjects and remembered we need to eat as well as study. It was bright and colourful with large enough print that we can see it from across the room. It is even unusual in that it is made of index cards taped together.
But it does not have any spots on it scheduled for:
Blowing nose(s)
Running to the bathroom repeatedly times several children
Stopping to take mega doses of Vitamin C
Looking for the Zicam
Looking for Tylenol for acking backs and necks
blowing noses again...
console grumpy, crying toddlers and preschoolers who are just too ill to be nice to anyone
It is only 8:27 and the schedule is already shot so I think I will just... go back to bed and start over?
In the meantime, please keep mum2twelve's gang in your prayers while we do battle with a host of germs and viruses that have invaded the household, overnight it seems! Read more!
But it does not have any spots on it scheduled for:
Blowing nose(s)
Running to the bathroom repeatedly times several children
Stopping to take mega doses of Vitamin C
Looking for the Zicam
Looking for Tylenol for acking backs and necks
blowing noses again...
console grumpy, crying toddlers and preschoolers who are just too ill to be nice to anyone
It is only 8:27 and the schedule is already shot so I think I will just... go back to bed and start over?
In the meantime, please keep mum2twelve's gang in your prayers while we do battle with a host of germs and viruses that have invaded the household, overnight it seems! Read more!
Could I say No to God's face?
Hearing God's directive Moses replied:
When we hit that passage in bible study on Sunday morning, I thought to myself, "Wow, imagine seeing God FACE to FACE?! Hearing his voice as clear as one of my children calling to me, or my husband chatting with me. Could I say 'NO, I can't Lord.' to HIS FACE?"
I wondered if I could possibly doubt my ability to do what He was asking me, while standing on Holy Ground seeing Him, GOD, in front of me? Wouldn't I, if God was speaking to me directly assume He would give me all I needed, to do what he wanted of me.
Then I thought about how I daily tell Him.... NO.
Each and everytime I complain about my crosses, I am saying;
" No God, I don't think I can do it. I don't think I can complete this errand you are giving me. I don't want this job - please give it to someone else. "
I think instead of sighing and saying I can't do this anymore Lord, I will try to just ask for help.
"Help me o' Lord. My cross is becoming heavy and I am afraid I will drop it. I feel as though I am falling. Send me the graces not to fall, to not drop my cross! Thank you for hearing me Jesus, thank you for helping. I know you are there Lord because you promised me you would be!"
'Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light." Mathew 11:29-30
"O Lord, I have never been eloquent, neither in the past nor since you have spoken to your servant. I am slow of speech and tongue."
The LORD said to him, "Who gave man his mouth? Who makes him deaf or mute? Who gives him sight or makes him blind? Is it not I, the LORD ? Now go; I will help you speak and will teach you what to say."
But Moses said, "O Lord, please send someone else to do it." (Exodus 4:10-13)
When we hit that passage in bible study on Sunday morning, I thought to myself, "Wow, imagine seeing God FACE to FACE?! Hearing his voice as clear as one of my children calling to me, or my husband chatting with me. Could I say 'NO, I can't Lord.' to HIS FACE?"
I wondered if I could possibly doubt my ability to do what He was asking me, while standing on Holy Ground seeing Him, GOD, in front of me? Wouldn't I, if God was speaking to me directly assume He would give me all I needed, to do what he wanted of me.
Then I thought about how I daily tell Him.... NO.
Each and everytime I complain about my crosses, I am saying;
" No God, I don't think I can do it. I don't think I can complete this errand you are giving me. I don't want this job - please give it to someone else. "
I think instead of sighing and saying I can't do this anymore Lord, I will try to just ask for help.
"Help me o' Lord. My cross is becoming heavy and I am afraid I will drop it. I feel as though I am falling. Send me the graces not to fall, to not drop my cross! Thank you for hearing me Jesus, thank you for helping. I know you are there Lord because you promised me you would be!"
'Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light." Mathew 11:29-30
Saturday, October 14, 2006
While out shopping...
...buying our two tons of weekly groceries Anna, who was observing the various little children we passed by suddenly said with a chuckle; "You know the more we are out and the more we see children, the more we see how normal Emma actually is!"
And, I realized she's right. My chortling, high energy, very imaginative, somewhat bossy four year old is actually a normal preschooler, and yet she is still very much her own little person - my special Emma Wewe!
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Too much imagination
Gabriela: "Emma you need to get some shoes on, you KNOW you need shoes on outside!"
Emma; "But Lala, I has pwetend shoes on!" Read more!
Emma; "But Lala, I has pwetend shoes on!" Read more!
Friday, October 13, 2006
My Lord and My God
My Lord and My God;
I know that you are here,
that you see me, that you hear me.
I adore you with profound reverence.
I beg your pardon for my sins
and the graces to make this time of
(prayer) (work) (study) fruitful.
Mary, my immaculate mother,
Saint Josef, my father and Lord,
I know that you are here,
that you see me, that you hear me.
I adore you with profound reverence.
I beg your pardon for my sins
and the graces to make this time of
(prayer) (work) (study) fruitful.
Mary, my immaculate mother,
Saint Josef, my father and Lord,
My Guardian Angel,
Intercede for me
Read more!
Thursday, October 12, 2006
Questions...
I have often seen a list of questions posted on this blog or that sometimes with other bloggers tagged and sometimes not. (I have never been tagged and so I am trying to feel superior about that and hence will not tag anyone else either, so that ALL my readers may feel superior right along with me.)
I found these questions on a reader's blog. Teri left a comment on my post about Booh Bah and guess what? All the way across the world in Libya, young minds are being influenced by BOOH BAH! It's a small world after all.
Teri, I have learned through exchanging a few emails, is also the mum of a large family and an ESL teacher. Some day I should share some of my incredible experiences teaching English to Migrant Farmers - out in the fields.
Okay - the Questions.
Here they are, with my answers.
I am thinking about... how to answer these questions...
I said... I feel ill - can I have some pepermint gum please?
I want.. to read more than I do, study more than I have time to, play with my cmaera more than I can... there is lots I want, but mostly I need to learn to be happy with what I have!
I wish... I didn't feel so sick so I could do something besides sit and say "I feel sick..." and then run to the bathroom.
I miss... having a newborn in the house. (And no, I am not pregnant! LOL)
I hear... Blues Clues and am remembering how watching this helped Noah learn to talk. His first word/expression was Boo coos! Now he is 11 and talks all the time! LOL
I wonder... if the new routine we are planning will work for our family. We are trying very hard to make some important changes, esp in our prayer life.
I regret... shouting at Emma this morning, who was only being honest and was very confused by my annoyance and anger with her. Sometimes honesty does NOT pay!
I dance... with my children.
I cry... when I remember my childhood and when I feel alone and can not reach God.
I am not always... doing what I know I SHOULD be doing.
I write... and I LOVE it!
I need... peace! In order to gain this peace I need to learn to Trust God more than I do. This is a very hard lesson to learn.
I finish... the day usually wondering how I could have done better and always very tired.
Have fun with the questions! I hope some of you share your answers. BTW - I lied - I AM going to tag someone. Oh dear, should I? Will others feel left ou... err, superior when they are not tagged?
Oh well - here goes.
Chealsea, Dorry, M.Alexander, Diane and Jen. YOU are ALL tagged. Sorry guys, just thought it is better to only tag women! But please everyybody - tag along too if you wish - the more the merrier! Read more!
I found these questions on a reader's blog. Teri left a comment on my post about Booh Bah and guess what? All the way across the world in Libya, young minds are being influenced by BOOH BAH! It's a small world after all.
Teri, I have learned through exchanging a few emails, is also the mum of a large family and an ESL teacher. Some day I should share some of my incredible experiences teaching English to Migrant Farmers - out in the fields.
Okay - the Questions.
Here they are, with my answers.
I am thinking about... how to answer these questions...
I said... I feel ill - can I have some pepermint gum please?
I want.. to read more than I do, study more than I have time to, play with my cmaera more than I can... there is lots I want, but mostly I need to learn to be happy with what I have!
I wish... I didn't feel so sick so I could do something besides sit and say "I feel sick..." and then run to the bathroom.
I miss... having a newborn in the house. (And no, I am not pregnant! LOL)
I hear... Blues Clues and am remembering how watching this helped Noah learn to talk. His first word/expression was Boo coos! Now he is 11 and talks all the time! LOL
I wonder... if the new routine we are planning will work for our family. We are trying very hard to make some important changes, esp in our prayer life.
I regret... shouting at Emma this morning, who was only being honest and was very confused by my annoyance and anger with her. Sometimes honesty does NOT pay!
I dance... with my children.
I cry... when I remember my childhood and when I feel alone and can not reach God.
I am not always... doing what I know I SHOULD be doing.
I write... and I LOVE it!
I need... peace! In order to gain this peace I need to learn to Trust God more than I do. This is a very hard lesson to learn.
I finish... the day usually wondering how I could have done better and always very tired.
Have fun with the questions! I hope some of you share your answers. BTW - I lied - I AM going to tag someone. Oh dear, should I? Will others feel left ou... err, superior when they are not tagged?
Oh well - here goes.
Chealsea, Dorry, M.Alexander, Diane and Jen. YOU are ALL tagged. Sorry guys, just thought it is better to only tag women! But please everyybody - tag along too if you wish - the more the merrier! Read more!
A word to the wise...
It is better NOT to allow curious kittens to peek in toilet bowls while you flush one since you may find yourself having to rescue said kitten from swirling, flushing water. At least that is what I have been told today while someone was drying off the hind legs of a small yellow kitten whom I often hear playing on the back of the toilet.
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Oh no!
Mum2twelve has more competition for the key board. Velcro baby, my nickname for nursing babies, has been introduced to BoohBah! So no longer is she content to sit on my lap and chuckle as she hits buttons causing whole paragraphs to dissapear. No, now she climbs up on my lap, fights for the mouse and screams BOOHBAH mummy! Boohbah! Until someone, usually me, gives in.
Then we listen to 'air blowing' sounds, whistle noises and, I have to admit, to some fun music while these amazing blobs that only a baby could find fascinating, dance around on the screen. There are games to play and it all entertains young minds for a looong time. Much longer than it entertain, uh, mature minds.
Not having cable I can not vouch for the tv programme, assuming there is one. At any rate, boohbah is the 2006 answer to Tellie Tubbies!
Now my question is - are the adults that come up with these shows genius or simply infantile?
At any rate - if you notice a little less posting from mum2twelve - you can assume Boohbah is the culprit and that Elsa, and her little buds, are dancing on my lap erasing words faster than I can type. Read more!
Then we listen to 'air blowing' sounds, whistle noises and, I have to admit, to some fun music while these amazing blobs that only a baby could find fascinating, dance around on the screen. There are games to play and it all entertains young minds for a looong time. Much longer than it entertain, uh, mature minds.
Not having cable I can not vouch for the tv programme, assuming there is one. At any rate, boohbah is the 2006 answer to Tellie Tubbies!
Now my question is - are the adults that come up with these shows genius or simply infantile?
At any rate - if you notice a little less posting from mum2twelve - you can assume Boohbah is the culprit and that Elsa, and her little buds, are dancing on my lap erasing words faster than I can type. Read more!
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Confession 101
Well - I hear that Sister Pat is in a bit of a pickle. Fall and her order of her book Confession 101 have arrived together. So now her garage is full of ....books when it should be full of summer furniture.
If you would like to give her a hand with emptying her garage just click here and you will be directed to a website where you can place an order for this book. I have already ordered two and can't wait for them to get here. I am especially impatient to see the work book that comes with the book.
If you would like to know more about Sister's Monastary than take a trip here! Read more!
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
It was quiet this afternoon...
... while I was working this afternoon researching for a new course we are putting together. History through the Arts. The girls and I are quite excited about this project and have already learned a lot of facts about different authors of the Classics that we did not know. For instance, did you know that Louisa May Alcotts early death was the result of poor health brought on by mercury poisoning? This was caused by the, then popular, method of treatment for typhoid fever; which she caught while working as a nurse during the civil war. She was only 56 and died 2 days after her father, leaving behind her young niece whom she had been raising. I have yet to discover what came of Lulu, her name sake.
While I searched the internet and scribbled down these very interesting facts, I did wonder what had become of my two boys, Teddy and Noah. I discovered later in the afternoon when Anna asked me to explore the house she had built out of mud in the back yard just what they had been about. Read more!
While I searched the internet and scribbled down these very interesting facts, I did wonder what had become of my two boys, Teddy and Noah. I discovered later in the afternoon when Anna asked me to explore the house she had built out of mud in the back yard just what they had been about. Read more!
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