The new fish.

I’m sitting in the Terror’s room right now culling pictures and jedi-mind-trick-willing him to go to sleep. This usually takes about 10 minutes (the jedi mind trick, not the culling), but today we’re approaching the one hour mark. Needless to say, I am blogging like crazy and about to pass out from the noxious fumes […]

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Twenty.

Nick is 20. TWENTY. I can’t believe it. Although I do think that his 21st birthday will run over me like a truck. This one just seems so surreal. I have such vivid snapshots in my brain of him. Of the day I found out I was pregnant with him. What a daze; I remember […]

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Mah.

A little over five years ago, after the birth of the Goldfish, Hank told me that he really wanted our children to have not just good manners, but insanely awesome ones. His philosophy? Good manners will save your butt in the long run, and we figured that our boys might need some good saving once […]

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