Driving home from dinner tonight, the kids and I were laughing and being loud in the car. We were having fun, then we all kind of got quiet for a minute because we were tired.
I looked in the backseat and saw both kids twirling their hair and looking at me. Then I realized that I was also twirling my hair.
It's the little connections like this that can literally bring me to my knees.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
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Sophie farts like a man. You would think this means she is like her father but sadly, it is me. It's not as sweet as hair twirling, but that girl is mine...
How come you use Cam's real name but not Buddha's?
That is so sweet.
Your blog makes me smile. :-)
from: wife of one of your former DISD colleagues (and friend of mochila's)
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