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My Morning Journal Entry
I woke up this morning with a sense of peace. It was warm, dark, snuggly. The humidifier was helping me ACTUALLY breathe through my nose. AND, I got to open my eyes to the sweetest and most well behaved dog- Yoko. Yoko is my brother and his wife’s dog. She has become ours for a…
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The Cause of My Latest Fever Blister
Ok, so this is going to be my 8 year old self-centered self talking: This past week I came down with a nasty cold that mainly has affected my throat and given me good hacking abilities. Let me say that being pregnant with a nasty cold is definitely not fun. I managed to not catch…
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Melt Your Spirit Comment
At the dinner table the other night… Me: Copeland, tell us what you are thankful for. Copeland: God.
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I have a problem…
I have a problem. Yes, a habit that I guess I have had since I was a kid or at least a teenager. My angst drives me to do it. Or maybe I can’t just do one thing at a time. It has left my things destroyed. I don’t know how to stop. We have…
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Halloween and other Copeland pictures
This was Copeland’s 2nd year trick or treating; however, it was the first she actually was into it. We didn’t have to run and place her in front of the door this year. This year she and her “best friend in da whole wide world” (you have to say it really fast), Jayden went trick…
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A Busy Life, Re-thought
Since the beginning of September, life has flown by leaving my hair tasseled in the wind. It has been two things. It has been great, and it has been tiring. I’m not burnt out, but I am just thinking, “man, I need to take a breather.”Here’s a quick list of what I am juggling… 1.…
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Copeland’s 2nd Birthday
It is so hard to imagine that two years ago, I had the hardest workout of my life to push this little one into the world. What an amazing experience that I will always hold dear to my heart. I wanted to write more today because it is her special day… but the day has…
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My Brown Soft Robe
I am officially a mom. Not that changing a diaper or gently guiding an almost two year old each day isn’t being a mom, but THIS is being a mom. I realized I’ve never owned the “mom symbol”…the cushy robe. The robe that each morning you get to wrap yourself up with and the robe…