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Category Archives: cuteness My Uncle R. sent me this photo. He is the family historian I’ve mentioned before. And he has a great deal of patience to find and deliver pieces of history. Like this one. This is my big brother. See how he’s cute? Yeah, still. But more old. And hairy. Just saying. See how he’s probably... Kid 1 got asked to Homecoming. (Yay! Homecoming!) And the boy is a cute friend, and he asked in a cute way [1]. And she’s so glad. Then she figured out a cute way to answer him [2]. And she’s so glad. And at the precise moment that she was answering this boy (who does... Because I’m the Mean Mom, the Kids have to earn their plug-in time (computer, wii, tv/movies) by reading. Minute for minute. I wondered how Kid 4 would handle this. (He occasionally grumbled when I upped his after-school reading from 20 required minutes to 30.) But guess what. Go ahead. Guess. He’s eating it up. This...  I originally posted this in October, but then I found out that it was SOTS (sort of top secret) and hid the post. But now the news is public, so here you get it again. Because it’s still exciting, and it’s still news, and the photos we took have LOADS of leafy trees in them....  Seven Years. Here are seven ways you’ve changed my life: 1. We bought a minivan to herald your arrival. I have never become emotionally attached, but I am grateful for it. That is a surprising attitude change. CLARIFICATION: I never resented you. Just maybe the van. 2. You’re not a girl. Up until you arrived,... Oh, wow. Thank you for stopping by the Wilhite house last night. Just a couple of things… The masks are a perfect touch. If you don’t mind, next time, come fifteen minutes earlier. Kid 1 was a tiny bit crazy that she’d already taken out the contacts and put on the PJs. Also, her dad... Kid 1 and I took a little road trip this weekend. And very little patience was required for at least thirty hours. Wow, right? Here’s how it went down. My sister who is NOT Betsy in BBM has a daughter who turned 16 this weekend, so for a surprise, she arranged for us to meet...  Oh. There you are, Perry. You can call him “Agent P.” I know. It’s almost unfair cuteness. You can visit more unintentional unfairness any time at Husband’s photo blog. |
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