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If you had a girl...who had a little curl...right in the middle of her forehead.(Just pretend....she had a little one when she was just one) And if she was good, she was very very good. And hardly ever horrid.Hardly   On her happy birthday, you just might find yourself driving her around with a bunch of friends... To do a bit of this...    ...and a little bit

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   Have I mentioned that MyHandsomeHusband is a pretty clever Dad? Well, he is. It's true. He's always coming up with fun (and funny!) ways to parent our five hooligans. The man has cleverness ooozing right out of him. You'll never guess what he can turn a few dimes into! Let me show you.... Take several stacks of dimes.... A deck of playing cards...  Two girls who need to

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I have mentioned before, that having twin boys who are 4 years old is pretty wonderful. Just today I had a little flashback, if you will. A memory of sorts..... My twin boys had recently mastered the art of walking. It was early in the morning and I had just gotten my older kids off to school. The phone rang. The doorbell chimed. On my way back from answering the

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 "Are you kiddin' me!"   "Awwwwwwwww"  "Sweeeeeeeeeet"   "Oh nooooooooooooo!"  "This is so boring. When are we going to be done."  "Never!!!! I am Mario. I think like Mario.I dream of tiny mustached men bouncing on top of bad guys. I want to live my life as Mario. I will save the princess...I will collect 5 bajillion coins on the way.........this

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 My TeenSonMark and basketball are in love with each other. The handsome kid just can't get enough of the game. Most of his free time is spent shooting hoops. He loves it. I can tell you something he doesn't love...Playing the piano, that's what. I tried. I honestly tried really really hard. We're kind of a piano playing kind of family. I was really hoping he would jump on the music nerd

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Do you like to work out? You know. The kind of working out where you get all sweaty and stinky and sore the next day and....skinny.  Me too! (Still waiting for the skinny to happen. Food blogging is doing a real number on this old girls hips.) And if the truth were to be told...I'm actually not so crazy about the sweaty and stinky and sore the next day. (If you like stinky....that's nice.

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Happy Monday Morning to you all on this very average, gray looking, stormy, middle of February, spring-can't-come-too-soon day. Need a little Monday chuckle? Here you have it. Ring Ring said the phone. "Can I answer it, Mom?" from BlondeEmily. "Be my guest." I say. "Hello?" my pretty blonde girl says into the phone. Pause. "I'm not sure. Let me check." Then she goes into the bathroom

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When I was a little girl MyDearMother would say, "Love you, more than Numbers....."  Wow! I would think. Numbers don't ever end! I find myself saying it to my own kids now and then. Because it's true, and cute and it reminds me of my Mom...and I'm pretty sure she still loves me more than numbers. And sometimes I just like to remind myself of that really wonderful fact.   A

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 The following is a little story about our Valentines Day Tradition, and how it all went down last year. Sure hoping it turns out better this year....  Written Valentines Day 2010We have a fun Valentines Day family tradition. We've had this tradition for about 6 years now. We all sit down to a nice meal. While we eat we go around the table and take turns telling each member of the

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 No, not blueberries. Blueberries are not sick.Just all of my children. Are sick...One boy last week, and all of his siblings this week.  They can be seen lounging on every couch in the house snuggling  under large piles of  blankets. They color pictures of blueberries and watch Toy Story 3 and Nanny McFee. Sounds of blowing noses, hacking coughs, and calls for their mama

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 This pretty little face belongs to my daughter, FashionAnna. She is a girl with many moods. She is 11 years old....going on 12.Need I say more? You remember being that age, don't you? We all had about 79 mood swings a day, back then. Sure glad I'm down to only 20. Some of her moods are exceedingly endearing. You ought to see how the girl can handle littletwinboys, age 4.

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A couple of weeks ago, on a cold Sunday morning I sat pondering in my room.Door closed.Church manuals spread out on my lap. Preparing for my Relief Society lesson coming up later that afternoon. What was my lesson on? Teaching your children about intimacy, of course. You know. One of the standards. Easy. No brain-er.... The Church I belong to has put out a really great manual for parents on

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 I would, just for the record, like to announce that having twin boys who are 4 years old is much easier than having twin boys who are 4 days old... 14 months old... or even 34 months old.  Now don't get me wrong. I didn't say it was EASY to have twin boys who are 4. Just easier than it has been in the past. When my boys were about 2 years old I took them swimming. I

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I have a little question I would like to propose on this very cold January day. What do you suppose Snowboots, Swimsuits and Losers have to do with each other? Hmmm. Think it over now. Any ideas? Well. I suppose I'll just have to tell you how all three appeared in my life right at the same moment. Last week MyHandsomeHusband and I were traveling to Bear Lake with all five of our children in tow.

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Good morning, and boy do I have a cute story for you all today! I'd like you to meet my sister Alli and her family.Don't they look like a nice bunch of folks?Well, I'll tell you something.They are! Last week Alli was feeling just a little  frustrated.The cause of the frustration? A little ol' tooth. You know the kind. The kind that are stubborn.  The kind that need to be pulled right

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 Old Kitchen.... why is it my camera loves orange. It want's to paint the whole world in it. Several months ago MyHandsomeHusband and I were hanging out on the couch pondering our situation. Pondering our life and our house and all of the people living here. Our situation was pretty good. Pretty nice. Pretty fortunate. Pretty darn good. I really can't say it wasn't. Our house is an ample

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