Squishy Burrito? What?!? So, I was walking the streets of Denver with a good friend, and a boy (later to be known as Cster). I decide we should eat. "What do you feel like?" my good friend ask me. "A squishy burrito" answers Cster squishing my muscleless arm.
Jump forward a few years. The good friend is now my sister-in-law and Cster and I enjoy the mountains walking to our mailbox with our 4 children Mster, Lster and Kster, and Nikster.
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
1...2...3!!
Mster has cut 3 teeth in the past week. I don't need sleep really. I like getting up for my day at 3AM. Twitch. Twitch. Twitch.
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So why are you still up this late? Go get some sleep!
The joys of Motherhood. Remember this in 5 years times as they all fall out.
4 comments:
So why are you still up this late? Go get some sleep!
The joys of Motherhood. Remember this in 5 years times as they all fall out.
Mster will be eating taffy in no time.
Sleep is for wimps and babies (well, not really for them). Check the time of this comment.
I'm feeling your pain. No really. Ellie's popping out those dang molars. AAAAARrrgh!
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