Tag: Tip of My Iceberg
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Pack It Up–It’s All Yours
The reason for going to California was stellar. Our good friends were celebrating the marriage of their youngest son. Showing up was important to us. The wedding was amazing. Scott and Melissa were the image of marriage excitement, not just wedding thrill. Leaving and returning become the wrench in the works. The part of travel…
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Come On, Just Move It, Move It
Moving from one home to another evokes a wide range of emotions in people. Our first four years of marriage we moved six times. We were young, didn’t have a lot of belongings, and what we did have wasn’t all that valuable. And no kids. All part of the job. Lots, of complaining and…
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Hail, Hail The Grands Are Here
I thought I was a flexible person. Not overwhelmed by the chaos around me. Who was I kidding? We’ve got all six of our kids here for a few days. With most of the grands. I’m passionate about my family–I truly enjoy my kids. I know what happens when I make categorical statements like that.…
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The Capricious Challenge Of Catching Zzz’s
Sleep. We need it. This isn’t as obvious a comment as one might think. As a young mom, I managed to go long periods of time without it. I’d feed a newborn in the middle of the night, then rise and shine with my older kids in the morning. Keep moving through the day till…
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‘Cuz The Cousins Said So
Cousins are a different breed of people. They’re close family–and yet, not so much. Close enough to often have a strong family resemblance (in temperament if not in looks) and yet frequently living far enough apart not to have consistent contact. My kids rarely saw their cousins. Between jobs and distance, it became a…
Tip of My Iceberg 