18May

Curls For Little Girls – A Tutorial

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People often comment on my girls’ hair and say, “Oh, I wish my daughter had hair like that!” or “I wish I had hair like that!”

Here’s a secret: it’s very possible to bring out the natural curl in almost anybody’s hair.

When I was little, I had some wayward waves and a few cowlicks that we tried to hide in my Dorothy Hamill haircut. I wish someone had known how to baby my curls a little bit and give them the care they needed. Once I finally embraced my curly side as an adult, I’ve learned that curls are much more low maintenance than you think, even on little girls.

  • You don’t have to wash curly hair as often.
  • Curls are very forgiving style-wise. Give ‘em a little fluff, maybe spray them with some watered-down conditioner and they look lovely. They are perfectly imperfect.
  • Less hair-brushing required.

I began coaxing the wave into my girls’ hair just as soon as I saw the first “flip” up of a tuft of baby hair. I immediately switched to baby conditioner ONLY. This is key. Curls need moisture. Otherwise they’re shy. So we have a strict NO SHAMPOO policy around here for all of our ladies.

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Over time, the more moisture those baby waves received, the curlier they became. And slowly, through some years of growing and moisturizing, we turned cowlicks into sweet little girl curls.

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Now, I’m not guaranteeing you a head full of curls, but I am encouraging you to give this a try if you’ve seen the slightest hint of a wave in your little girl’s hair. You might be surprised at the results.

(An Aside: We follow a similar procedure for Mira’s 4a curls, but I am not ready to claim any sort of authority on that yet. The same rules apply: Moisture, moisture, moisture!)

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Since you don’t really brush curly hair unless it’s lathered up with conditioner, it can get tangly. Especially if you’re like me and wait a long time between hair washings because, quite frankly, life is busy. And curly hair in a pony tail is cute no matter how dirty it is.

My best friend for in-between washings (to freshen curls, just spray it on and go) and to pre-treat tangles is this:

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You can achieve the same effect by just adding water to conditioner and putting it in a spray bottle. Make sure the finished mixture feels slippery on your fingers. You want it to create the slip on the curls. Too watery and it will just be… wet.

On washing days, I spray this on any especially gnarly little tangles while the hair is dry and then throw all the girls in the shower.

We wet the hair thoroughly and then I add a round of conditioner. You want to condition the hair first so the hair has as long as possible to soak up the moisture. I started with this much conditioner for Willa, but quickly added a bit more. Her hair is short and thinner.

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Ellen needed about twice this. Take that conditioner and try and coat all of the hair from root to tip. Focus especially on the worst knots. But you want the whole thing to be covered in conditioner.

With Willa’s thinner hair, the conditioner is already on the scalp and I just scrub that around all over with my finger tips to make sure her scalp gets nicely cleaned. (There’s plenty of surfectant/soap in conditioner to clean the hair without drying it out like shampoo.) Ellen’s hair is thicker and I had to put another batch of conditioner in my hand and then add it to her scalp in sections, lifting the hair scrubbing her scalp.

The key is that the original coating of conditioner means you can actually find the scalp to scrub it. If you just condition the ends of the hair without getting to the scalp, you don’t moisturize the hair that’s growing and it will continue to stay dry and not as curly.

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Now that the scrubbing is over, just leave the conditioner to soak into the hair until the very end of the shower or bath. My favorite tool for tackling the tough tangles is this:

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To brush out the hair, start at the tips with your wide-tooth comb or tangle teezer. Brush small sections in small strokes and as you work the tangles out, work your way up the hair to the root. Because you’ve got the hair nice and slimy, you can do this fairly quickly in un-tangled spots and you won’t damage the hair follicle as you comb. Curly hair should never be brushed without moisture on it or you will damage the hair and damage your curl.

Now onto the tangles…

I tell my girls I found a rat’s nest in their hair and I need to work on it. Then I grab the gnarly section and set to work.

You follow the same basic procedure as before, work from the tip up to the root. Ellen is especially tender-headed, so I try to grab the hair firmly in front of the root as I pull the tangle out to protect her scalp.

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She’s convinced she saw the shadow of the rat run out of her hair in the shower tonight. And I’m content to let her believe it if it means she’ll let me get the “nest” out.

When you’re done, the strands will be shiny and happy.

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After the girls have soaped up, we rinse their hair at the very end. I don’t rub their hair dry with the towel. I only use the towel to gently lift the curls and soak up the drips. I lay the towel over their head and press down firmly. Then I put a little bit of gel in my hands. For Willa, it’s this much:

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And this much for Ellen:

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I smear the gel around in my hands and then grab the hair at the bottom and push up with my palms as I scrunch with my fingertips.

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Just takes a few seconds and then you’re done. Let it air dry (you can use a diffuser if you must, but honestly, it’s better to just bundle them up in warm jammies if they’re cold and avoid the blow dryer.)

Best case scenario, at night you would put it up high on the head in a scrunchee (normal pony tail holders will damage the follicle) and let them sleep on a satin pillowcase. That doesn’t really happen in my house but if you can swing it, you should.

It takes time to get hair moisturized properly and get those curls to form. You may not see quick results. But if you stick with it, in a few weeks, you’ll notice a difference. And the results are super cute, don’t you think?

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This is her beach hair, unwashed for days, in and out of the ocean and the pool. See? LOW MAINTENANCE!!

Got any more curly girl tips for me? Leave ‘em in the comments!

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Just Another Evening

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We had planned an easy supper for tonight so that we could take the kids to the pool. But there was some sort of algae problem (or “allergy” problem, as Ellen calls it) and we decided to stay home. At the last minute we thought to throw together one of our Jamie Oliver “Meals in Minutes.”

Our choice was the “Cheat’s Pizza.”

I whipped up a quick dough in the food processor while the oven heated up to a broil and the cast iron skillet got hot on the stove. Andrew made a fresh pizza sauce with tomatoes and basil from our garden. Then we transferred the dough into the skillet, threw on some toppings, and tossed the whole thing into the oven for four minutes.

Sounds easy, right?

And it was.

Sort of.

The baby was jumping in his johnny-jump-up and whining. Adam was sweetly but LOUDLY blowing raspberries and squealing at him to try and keep him happy. Willa and Mira ran through the kitchen seemingly every time we were handling a hot skillet. The house filled with smoke with our first attempt at putting the dough in the pan. Someone decided it was time to practice piano at that exact moment. And everyone else was making as much inane noise and chatter as they possibly could.

I told Andrew that at one point, I felt certain I could hear calliope music playing in the background.

Somehow, we managed to get two of This on the table.

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And it was DELICIOUS. The crust was crispy on the bottom and soft in the middle. And the pizza sauce and fresh mozzarella? YUM.

Silence reined around the table for, oh, I’d say a whole fifteen seconds!

After the pizza, we served everybody dessert. Some sort of mascarpone, cherry concoction. Also decidedly YUM.

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Of course, I looked down and realized I was covered in flour. Isn’t every good chef?

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(Please excuse my doughy jazz hands. Apparently I thought I was in a kitchen show choir.)

The evening was made perfect by our rousing family rendition of the Star-Spangled Banner before we left the table. The kids are learning the words this week as part of school and we needed to practice. We were about halfway through our mangled version before I realized the windows were still open to let the smoke out.

Neighbors: You are welcome.

It was just the sort of random, messy, LOUD (but fun) sort of evening that I love. Unplanned, off-key, and Magically Delicious…

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And because you all need a little more Finn in your lives:

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You’re welcome.

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No Pity Parties Allowed

As if ballet camp wasn’t enough, Ellen is having a ball this week at gymnastics camp. She grins the entire hour. Seriously. Watch.

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Olympics 2024? We’re all over it.

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She mastered the hula hoop quickly.

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At the end of every class, Ellen gets a popsicle. Because I’m brave/stupid, I let her eat it in the car on the way home.

It’s a bit of a drive back to our house along a two-lane country road. Ellen sometimes struggles with car sickness, so I made sure to put her closer to the front of the van for this ride.

Now here’s where I am gonna have a moment of honesty with you: I was having a tough day for reasons not at all pertinent to this story. And I was thinking and praying through it while I was driving. I might have even been crying a bit.

The children were listening to music and utterly oblivious. Until Ellen piped up: “Mommy! I need you to pull over RIGHT NOW.”

Uh, uh, uh… Hang on, honey!

I went a few yards before finding a ditch to pull the van into. There was a lot of squealing and stuttering and such while I safely got us off the road. I urged Ellen, “Open the door! Open the door! Hurry, go throw up OUT of the van!”

She sat still.

“Ellen! Go!”

Meanwhile, I’m wiping my face and trying to unbuckle my seatbelt so I can hold her hair back or whatever it is you do when someone needs to puke from a van at an awkward angle.

She said quietly, “Mommy. My popsicle is dripping.”

*Pause*

“Ellen? Is that why I pulled the van into a ditch?

“Yes ma’am.”

I floundered around for a minute until I located a diaper. “Here, drip into this.”

I pulled the van back onto the road and stifled a hysterical giggle while I wiped my last tears. I can’t even have a proper Come-Apart with this gang!

And, honestly, it was probably God’s merciful way of helping me pull it together. On the way home, we talked about “proportionate response” and what events require Immediate Evacuation. Drippy popsicles were not on the list.

So- Lesson learned:

Pity parties are not allowed with this crowd. There simply isn’t time between crises.

And I’m probably gonna need to outlaw traveling popsicles, too.

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Arms Up

So Friday…

We saw it on the calendar and realized it would be a logistical nightmare.

Ellen did ballet camp all week and had a recital mid-morning. We had to have her at camp by 9 am sharp. But before that, we discovered that Adam would need another trip to the pediatrician to check out his nasty cough. So we threw out our carefully crafted plan from the night before and Andrew jumped in the car to speed Ellen to church on time and Adam to the doctor.

We scored a win when Andrew arrived at camp precisely 15 minutes before 9 am. I scored a fail because I forgot to send her with her ballet shoes.

Once Ellen was safely delivered, Andrew took Adam on to the doctor while I sent the baby-sitter pleading texts to stop by Starbucks on her way to the house. Horrors, we were out of coffee. Even worse, I’d checked my email only to discover I was responsible for bringing some sort of finger food to Ellen’s recital.

It’s a good thing my morning protein bar was loaded with chocolate.

Once the baby-sitter arrived (Willa was potty training so she needed to stay close to a bathroom) and Finn was topped off, the twins and I went running, literally, through the grocery store in search of donut holes (at one end of the store) and baby formula (at the other end, as you would expect).

We paid and ran back to the van through the parking lot dropping receipts, bags, and loose change behind us.

As we went careening down the road to find Ellen, I took a deep breath.

I had a sudden desire to just raise both arms overhead and let the roller coaster scream on. I kept my hands at ten and two, I swear. But I felt that heady exhilaration you feel when you know you’re just barely in control and there’s nothing but a single bar keeping you from hurling into outer space.

Andrew called me to report that Adam would need a chest x-ray but the doctor said it was probably just asthma, as we suspected. They went in search of coffee and breakfast before heading to the recital to meet us. Once Andrew and I had exchanged all of the practicalities and had revamped our plan B to make it a plan B.2, we took a breath and started to giggle.

“Are you okay?”

“Yup, I’m okay.”

“I wouldn’t do this with anybody but you.”

“Exactly.”

It was nice to know he was in the seat beside me for this crazy ride. (Keep in mind, while he was doing all his chauffering, he was taking work calls and holding down a job.)

We arrived at the ballet camp in time for me to deliver Ellen’s shoes and then slather my much-neglected toes with nail polish before the recital.

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And then, oh, my baby girl. She just glowed with joy and pride.

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She didn’t care in the slightest if she was dancing the right move or how well she did. Once she realized she was the center of attention, she determined to revel in it all she could. I sat in the front row, faithfully videoing for the grandparents, and tried not to look weepy.

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We all tossed back a few donut holes and lemonade and sprinted for our cars. Andrew went off in search of prescriptions for Adam and I went to hunt down my baby at home for a feeding.

Then everybody swapped places, the babysitter put a sandwich in Adam’s hand, a brownie in mine, and off Adam and I went to the children’s hospital for a chest x-ray.

When we walked out of the x-ray room, I saw the thunderclouds billowing and realized we had to make a run for it. We sprinted through the deluge to the car, where I sat in traffic and storms for half an hour.

As I parked my “roller coaster” in the driveway, the clock on the dashboard read 1 pm.

Seemed impossible we’d done all that racing around in such a short amount of time. But there it was. The two hour nap I took later said I was tired, but it felt… it felt good. It was good stuff. Life stuff. Ordinary. Out of the ordinary. And all the stuff in between.

With a slice of insanity for good measure.

This week looks to be like a repeat of last week: Crazy topped with nuts. I’ve got my Plan A all typed up, double spaced, and printed.

It’ll be out the window by 9 am tomorrow, I guarantee it.

But I’m strapped down. And  I can hear the click, click, click as the coaster climbs that first big hill. My heart races just a little with anticipation. And I feel my arms start to rise…

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The Ordinary Extraordinary

with apologies to Heather of the EO for toying with her name…

Another week that has me spinning like a top. But it’s full of all sorts of good things. Things that seem like such ordinary rites of passage for kids are happening and they feel pretty extraordinary in all their ordinariness.

Ellen is taking a ballet camp. Her head may explode with happy.

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We have our first house pets (since Samson), although they’re really just house guests. We’re baby-sitting our neighbors’ fish. Hours of entertainment for my little people and I don’t have to clean the fish bowl? Yes, please.

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Ian showed off his mad cooking skillz and made pita pizzas for lunch one day. He’s gonna make a great daddy since he can make pizzas smile.

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Sam is on another Lego kick. They’ve all been “inventing” things this week as we’ve studied Robert Fulton and his inventions. This is Sam’s latest pirate ship.

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Finn tried out a bath in the big bathtub. He hated it. Lesson learned.

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I finally bit the bullet and began potty training Willa. I know it’s a bit late, but I’ve been busy. I’ve got an extra set of hands here to help me this week because I still wasn’t sure how to balance nursing and schooling with running to the potty every five minutes.

Best decision ever.

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My little pixie far exceeded my expectations and not only stayed mostly dry, she even TOLD me when she needed to go. And she did the “major business” in the potty tonight, too. She earned herself a Reese’s Cup.

Mira wasn’t too pleased to learn she couldn’t have the same candy as her sister. I told her when she pooped in the potty, she could have one, too. Which would explain this little episode in hilarity:

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It didn’t get the result she wanted, but it sure made me smile.

These are the things that make my head spin and my heart full this week. What sort of ordinaries feel extraordinary to you tonight?

p.s. I didn’t forget Adam. He’s been under the weather for awhile now and, sadly, mostly sits and coughs. Stupid asthma. But he’s got a birthday coming. And I’m in PARTY PLANNING MODE. Gonna be fun!!!

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Road Tripping Down Memory Lane

The three girls took a jaunt with Finn and me this Saturday to visit Aubrey. (Mira was asleep when I snapped this photo.)

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While we were there, Aubrey gave me the handprints that we had done of Mira months ago.

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She also gave me some of Sam and Ian that she made years ago. Sob. My babies!

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I had a quick errand to run and left my people with Aubrey’s people. This is the first time we’ve left Mira with anyone other than The Approved Few. When I came back, Mira was asleep in Sara Grace’s lap. I think she’s gonna be just fine, y’all.

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I was in a hurry to hit the road before Finn’s next feeding, so I tossed everyone in the car and headed out. As I pulled on to the interstate, swigging my large iced tea, I had a flashback to almost exactly five years ago. I was a nursing mother with four kids. We were in between states, living with my family in a town two hours from Andrew’s job, house hunting, and generally insane.

I would take long road trips with the kids by myself and would have to go on a liquid fast because I couldn’t stop to pee. I couldn’t logistically figure out how to get four kids three and under into a bathroom stall with me, so my plan was to just drive to the bitter end or explode trying.

The end result was pretty epic blog fodder. These blog posts usually ended with me pulled over on the side of the road at a particular liquor store, nursing a baby.

Five years later, I giggled at the memory, pondered where life has taken us, and kept driving. Then Finn took up to caterwauling.

Fortunately, wouldn’t you know it, my very favorite liquor store was on the horizon.

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And so, sure enough, once again, Wayne’s Package Store saved the day for this solo parenting excursion. A quick search revealed that I’ve used it as an emergency stop off point for several babies. Who knew it would become such a part of my children’s legacy?

I wonder if Wayne’s could use this as a marketing strategy…

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Freaky (Blue) Friday

A few days ago a tiny package came in the mail. Andrew excitedly announced that it was for a sensory box for the kids. It was about a six inch package. Pardon me if I questioned him just a bit.

Inside were tee-tiny blue pellets. I don’t have a picture, so just trust me, they were small. Eight ounces small, to be exact. Florists use them to keep flowers wet in vases. They absorb water like WHOA.

We put them in a five-gallon bucket and poured water over them. The next morning, the bucket was filled to the brim with jelly-like beads.

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Weird, aren’t they? We poured them in our “sensory bin” that lives on the back porch. The kids could stick their hands in them (which is seriously freaky feeling), pour them, squeeze them. They will break, but they’re non-toxic, so it’s not a crisis. A good hosing down of our porch will take care of the broken ones. And as they dry up, we’ll add more water and they’ll revive.

They won’t last forever, but we’ll get some good fun out of them in the meantime. Like, play-all-day-on-the-porch sort of fun.

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Not bad for ten bucks!

Speaking of freaky blue things, I’ve been totally entertained by this Cookie Monster video on YouTube. (And the song is now STUCK LIKE GLUE in my head. “Chocolate pudding – doesn’t phase me – but you’ve got cookies – so share it maybe!”)

My kids find it hilarious and ask to watch it a lot. Finn was in my lap and was totally fascinated by the big blue puppet.  I think he fell in love. He squealed and yelled when Cookie Monster was on the screen. Andrew caught the last few squeals on video…

What about you? Did anything freak your freak this week?

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Our Little Patriots

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Oh, it’s just been the BEST kind of day. One of those days where you’re together as a family and the stars align and nobody throws up or gets lost and you come home tired and happy.

Yea, that.

After a lazy morning, we dropped Adam off at his pirate camp and treated the rest of the brood to lunch and some fancy popsicles.

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Then we took our slightly diminished gang to the science museum downtown. We had several hours to kill until we picked Adam up, so we  let everybody linger over their favorite activities. Mira didn’t move from the water table for a good half hour.

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Ellen conquered a large fish. (She could teach Jonah a thing or two, I suspect.)

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Mira adored the aquarium at her eye level. She chased the fish back and forth, back and forth.

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Later, Sam and Ian did some engineering together. They were hilarious, talking over each move seriously, building and rearranging. Jenga!

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We rounded a corner on one floor and I heard my husband say in his “protective” tone, “My wife – turn around and go the other way.”

He had spotted the boa constrictor ahead and knew I would rather poke my eyes out than have a snake come into my line of vision.

He is a wise man.

Finn and I took a walk on the other end of the museum while the kids petted a Spawn of Satan. Hence, no pictures of snakes. Just a picture of me and my freaked out baby. Apparently he doesn’t appreciate snakes either.

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I did manage to capture the entire crew enjoying the wind tunnel later.

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Once we were reunited with our little pirate, we headed for home and enjoyed the traffic-free drive. Note to self: July 4th is a great day to head downtown to museums. Not crowded at all!

We let the kids picnic inside in front of a movie.  And then, because they were wiggly, Andrew sent them outside to jump on the trampoline for ten minutes.

Apparently, this tyranny awakened the rebellious patriots in the hearts of our children. They spent their ten minutes writing out their own manifesto of independence on the back porch.

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Happy 4th of July, Everybody! Hope your day was lovely!

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May Sponsors and Giveaways

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But I’d do more good if I used Tracy’s book to pray for my Delicate Flower who, during a quiet moment in church on Sunday answered the pastor’s impassioned gospel call of “How about you? How are you?” with a loud, “I’m STAR-VING.”

Hold me.

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Candy For Your Eyes

Today is Embrace the Camera day. And I tried, I did. There are at least four of my seven kids in this picture with me.

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This one cracks me up. Mira wanted in on the action.

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And since I’m not the only parent around here who needs to embrace the camera…

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However, we are both aware that we aren’t really the cute ones around the house. So here’s the eye candy we really want to show you:

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(these two adore each other. I adore them. see how nicely that works?)

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You may now go on to have a beautiful day. You’re welcome.

p.s. Thanks for the pictures, Abbi.

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