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God’s Picture
I picked up my hungry crying infant and tried to put him next to my chest. He struggled in frustration. Back and forth his head turned. His fist forcefully going to his mouth. He gets even more frustrated as he doesn’t get anything out of it. His back arching and legs kicking at the air.…
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Good Night Moon
A classic children’s story book by Margaret Wise Brown Tonight as I was soaking up my precious good night time with Ryker, I was thinking how special this book is to me. From the first time I read it to my then infant nephew, Jackson, while he sat in my lap to reading it till…
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Wash Your Hands
When I was sixteen, I am sure I rarely thought about germs. I mean, I wasn’t dirty but I rarely ever thought, “Oh, I just sat at a desk that could have been hacked on by some sickie.” Now, as a mom, starting with child numero uno, I am paranoid. It is a little unhealthy,…
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Our Local In-House Artist
Remember when I was astonished that parents “let” their own children draw on their walls??? Yea, that is funny. That concept of “Yes, you can draw on the walls of the bathtub with the bathtub crayon but you may not color on the other walls of our house” is just so complicated to our two…
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Boobie vs. Canned
Ok, so here’s the conundrum : Breastfeed or Formula or Both. I have such a battle everyday in my head over this issue. Why is this such a big deal to me? Well, I will tell you why- I would love to breastfeed my twin boys everyday until a year because there is so much…
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Adrenaline Rush
Everyday is an adrenaline rush. And it is not as though I don’t have help. I do. And I am so thankful for it. But there are some things that I just need to do. Like, do the laundry and actually put it away. This is one of my biggest pet peeves- not being able/or…
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Who i am.
29 years. To some, it is just a smidgen’ of life. To others, a LOT of life. Close to 30. Or just a young chickie (as my Pepaw would say. In my 29th year, soul searching has lingered quietly yet noticeably within me. Who am I? And not just the Quarter Life Crisis kind of…
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See Right Through
He lays helpless on the receiving blanket. Spit up dripping down his puffy cheek. Legs kicking quietly. Skin so soft yet a little dry from this Colorado weather. His eyes catch me. They reach far into my spirit. I have rarely felt this naked emotionally and spiritually. He sees me. This precious little one, sees…
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Dearest Friend
Today one of my dearest friends is coming to visit for a few days. She is one of those friends who sees right to the core of me. Have you ever had a friend like that? I pray that you do. I bet it is a rare finding. But she is my “Raw Friend.” When…