tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83987927271192186662011-12-18T19:44:46.293-05:00Drahdrah's PlaceDrahdrahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05761053284958179696noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398792727119218666.post-45635457006631862772011-12-18T19:18:00.001-05:002011-12-18T19:18:39.812-05:002011-12-18T19:18:39.812-05:00
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December 2011 - Toddler J (she's no longer a baby, so I guess I have to adjust her name !) created this flower with her bread.</div>
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and piled her books up high.</div>
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She's growing and changing in leaps and bounds. I can barely keep up.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398792727119218666-4563545700663186277?l=drahdrahsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DrahdrahsPlace/~4/PfEu_KDJPCU" height="1" width="1"/>Drahdrahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05761053284958179696noreply@blogger.com1http://drahdrahsplace.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-2011-toddler-j-shes-no-longer.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398792727119218666.post-55439119417535240342011-09-05T19:50:00.000-04:002011-09-05T19:50:30.320-04:002011-09-05T19:50:30.320-04:00Mummy... go watch the computer
<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_R63t0VP5aOC9CDL-2_xK9uVE0E/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_R63t0VP5aOC9CDL-2_xK9uVE0E/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/>
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You just have to laugh ! <br />
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<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398792727119218666-5543911941753524034?l=drahdrahsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DrahdrahsPlace/~4/mPOUzXTGPiE" height="1" width="1"/>Drahdrahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05761053284958179696noreply@blogger.com0http://drahdrahsplace.blogspot.com/2011/09/mummy-go-watch-computer.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398792727119218666.post-14881571778217811132011-08-01T20:46:00.003-04:002011-08-01T20:56:15.131-04:002011-08-01T20:56:15.131-04:00It's been 3 years already
<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kqwDuZRWwH271i1KXDpdTrlM5p4/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kqwDuZRWwH271i1KXDpdTrlM5p4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/>
<a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kqwDuZRWwH271i1KXDpdTrlM5p4/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kqwDuZRWwH271i1KXDpdTrlM5p4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>Are you a parent? Do you remember what your life was like before having kids?<br /><br />I can't. Baby J turned 3 last Saturday, and I can't believe how quickly the 3 most wonderful, and challenging years of my life have passed by. I also can't remember what life was like before she came along, and I can't imagine life without her.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398792727119218666-1488157177821781113?l=drahdrahsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DrahdrahsPlace/~4/5y7vZAmgSOU" height="1" width="1"/>Drahdrahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05761053284958179696noreply@blogger.com3http://drahdrahsplace.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-been-3-years-already.html