After two and a half years of Llou buttering her bread with a butcher knife, hiding in the dryer (without telling mom and screaming when I started to turn it on... it was a close call), mixing her own drinks (milk and ketchup), placing a stool onto a step stool stacked on an overturned laundry basket while munching on cookies and washing her hair with facial scrub (don't think I didn't hide that at least a thousand times!), we were hoping that her antics were a genetic fluke, special to just my beautiful daughter... until this. It now seems that Abug is the fluke. My sweet cautious son, you are one of a kind in this family of spastic crazys.
MrE, I see the repetition of past events in my future, hours of cleaning of messes made by little hands and lots of laughter, lots of laughter and moments that previous parenting have not prepared me for.
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wow what a day it must be fun to be able to have the time to POST a blog as in my day who had any time to do anything but clean up after the cute funny darling children that i in no way wanted anyone to see their mess much less take the time to take pictures and then create a narritive to make the pictures look cute funny and hilarious... just kidding right love you to death not only that i can just see rebecca giving me grief if i would have blogged the picture of her being cute funny hilarious.... blogging today about how i scarred her in her childhood and now you tell the world about it... hugs love and memories MOM
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