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.
Lster isn't even 2 yet is he? He's fine. Or at least I think so b/c MIlle was just like that. And her first words were cheese, cracker, ma, and no. Wow so alike.
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I hope that pile was on the hairdresser's floor.
Lster isn't even 2 yet is he? He's fine. Or at least I think so b/c MIlle was just like that. And her first words were cheese, cracker, ma, and no. Wow so alike.
bangs and layers are so in. especially in the 4 year old crowd. she's anticipating her next peer group.
have pictures of the new 'do?
(PS I have to admit I really can't believe this story is about mster....)
That pile was on my kitchen table, neatly arranged for "the perfect blog shot". :(
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