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I've just been tagged by 'Zilla, so, here goes, they're not in order, just randomly a I think of them:Top ten Turn-ons:1. Rain in the middle of the day when the kids are in school and the Prince and I aren't.2. Watching a movie, like "The Five People You Meet In Heaven," or "The Notebook" with the Prince and turning around at the end to see his face covered in tears.3. Taking digital pictures

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It's 9:00 a.m., on a Friday morning, it's actually cool outside, not hot here in the desert, yet, and all of the children are still sleeping. I don't know whether to go climb in their beds like every one of them has done to me when I was sleeping really good, or let them sleep. It's so quiet when all five of them are sleeping. There's something oddly creepy about it. Especially, since I started

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This past Thursday, the prince spent the day with my mother-in-love picking up his handicapped brother at summer camp in Malibu. I had the opportunity to drop him off the previous Friday, and it was wonderful. This camp, was wonderful. My brother-in-law is *trainably mentally handicapped*. At 41 years old, he has the mentality of about an 11 year old. He's kind, and sweet, and speaks well,

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I've decided that on Sundays I will review the DVDs that we rented or bought to watch with the kids over the weekend. So, here goes,Here's the scale:* use the time to clean the grout around the toilet**use the time to clean the grout around the tub***kid friendly, but adults will spend the time wanting to slap someone****good use of time for both children and adults*****good use of time for

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Katie has anxiously awaited the delivery of her breasts since she was about two years old. When the booby fairy made her obvious delivery to my pregnant with Kenny body, Katie noticed. She loved them. She loved everything about them, and always wanted to snuggle her little face in them. It's not that they were small, for heavens sake, they were a D-Cup before the pregnancy.She loved them so

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I don't know what it is about raising so many children, but my house *never* has any toilet paper. My children can be asleep for hours, and when I walk in the bathroom, the spindle is empty. The cardboard tube is either floating in the tub from when the last one bathed, or it's left on the floor, where it has obviously jumped from the spindle, since not one of the five of these children can

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I was looking at my children today thinking about each of their unique qualities, and it occurred to me that if any one of them were stranded on a new island, they would all handle it in extremely different ways.Katie, the pseudo-alpha female in our house would be just fine. The first thing that woman/child would do is take inventory of all the men surrounding her. You see, I found my old

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I've been reading some wonderful mommy blogs, lately and I realize that when my children were younger, I kept track of their progress much better. So, I've decided to give an update on their growth:Sitting up:Gracie: Yep, sits up only long enough to fall asleep sitting up. The rest of the time, she buzzes around with her fairy duties: painting the bedroom wall with sissy's fingernail polish and

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When I went back to school at the community college near us, I seemed to be the *on-campus mom* for lots of the students. It seemed like every class I took had a young adult or two that needed *mommying* for some reason. They were, and are, so sweet. I would walk across campus, and it seemed like they came out of all the buildings to walk to the cafeteria/student center with me. One of my

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It's hot here. The forecast is for 112 all this week. The kids are miserable, the air conditioning is on the fritz and the prince just walked in to tell me the rabbit's in heat. Ewwww!!! She's been acting really strange all week, and now I know why. What could be worse than being the rabbit in the desert, in a house with five kids, two cats, three dogs, in 112 degree weather and be in heat?

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It's officially school. The kids are home from school, their schedules have been changed and they have no classes together. This morning, Katie got up and said she didn't want to go to school, she hates it, and she was adamant that she wanted to go to the Other school (the one with the traditional track.)Yesterday, Kenny lied about having done his homework, and went in the pool. When it was

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I have so many dreams for my children, like having the *right* spouse the first time, and having the *first time* be with the *right* spouse. So, here are 101 things I dream of and pray for my children. 1. To know Christ intimately, as their Lord, Savior and husband.2. To know their siblings as their safe place.3. To have truly good friends at a young age.4. That they never

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Our house is a menagerie. We have three boys, two girls, and a boxer named Buster, a boxer/pitbull named Roxie, a Weimeraner named Rosie, a cat named Felix, a minx kitten named Olive, a bunny named Bunny and a bird named Jinx.Today, looking out the kitchen window at the dogs peacefully enjoying the overcast sky and the breeze, I prefer the animals to the boys.(Bobby bites me as he reads this.) It

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When Bobby was a little boy, I swore he was a graduate of Insanity Academy. Insanity Academy is the special school they send children, particularly boys, to for an education on everything that makes a mom *crazy*. I used to think they had a class devoted to household mischief. They taught specific techniques like stealth; my boys can appear into the kitchen to steal cookies from a closed

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I have been playing hostess to the nastiest migraine for the the past two days...it started Monday afternoon and I spent a good portion of yesterday in a dark room trying to sleep it off. Consequently, I ended up staying up most of the night last night sick at my stomach and didn't go to school today. Thank God Bobby works tonight as he was able to handle the kids while I finally evicted that

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Bobby has been spending a lot of time (not fighting!) with Katie lately. He has his first real "kinda' girlfriend." And there have been lots of girls who wanted to be his girlfriend, but he's a little picky... Well, he's had other girls (LOTS OF THEM) who were friends. Still, this is his first friend that is something more. I am worried, nervous, excited for him, and I'm doing it all wrong.So,

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Kenny and Katie have finished their first week. They love their new teachers, they have two classes together, and they are actually doing their homework together. Just like the twins they aren't but were supposed to be. I'm an idiot for being so upset...they are just fine with it.When I was pregnant with Katie, my mother-in-love saw two babies, a boy and a girl. She continued to see two babies

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School starts tomorrow for the middles: Katie and Kenny. I know this is different for those people in other parts of the country. In California, we have Year-Round school. Being an airforce brat from the mid-west, I hate it. It seems so cruel to see the kids in school during the hottest parts of the summer...They have to be at school at 7:40 and get out at 2:20. Then, they get chunks of time

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I was so thrilled to watch my kids as they played with sparklers. They are so lucky to live in America, and even luckier still to not realize their great fortune. I keep thinking of our military forces around the globe, especially those in Iraq and Afghanistan. As we watch the skies overhead and oooh and ahhh over the streaks in the sky, I am thinking of how often they see and cause those

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I love to read. My children, or most of them, love to read also. Bobby wanted to read before he wanted to ride a bike. At almost three years old, his uncle Mike gave him a set of Dr. Seuss books on tape with the books included. He wore that set out. He just walked by and read what I'm writing and said He remembers the books and the red plastic bookshelf holder to it, too. He could read, not

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Yesterday was JoeJoe's 8th birthday. It's hard to imagine my littlest boy baby as an eight year old, but he is. The day he was born, we had only a brief second to kiss him before he was whisked away to the NICU. He was seven weeks early and only weighed 4 pounds 6 ounces. His lungs weren't fully developed and when he breathed, it sounded like a kitten meowing. What a heartbreak. This was the

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Well, supposedly, Robert officially handed in all the requirements for his high school diploma today. I say supposedly because this has been ongoing since June 9th. Actually, earlier. The rest of his class walked across the stage to graduate on June 10th. Not Robert. My brilliant child, the one who hated school until he enrolled in the high school at which I work, is what we commonly, and

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I am the old woman who lives in the shoe, I have so many children I don't know what to do. The kitchen is dirty, the bathroom's a mess. The oldest one's graduated and won't leave the nest.The cupboards hold toys and a few boxes of socksThe littlest one eats cereal straight from the box,The middles are fighting over who feeds the cat And Joey keeps telling his sister she's fat.It's summertime now

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Kenny is playing baseball for the first time this year. It isn't that we didn't want him to play before, he just never had the interest. But the baseball bug seems to have given him a mighty bite this year. Okay, I know baseball doesn't come naturally to all children. But it's so strange to watch this child who picked up a guitar for the first time and played; really played struggle with

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Bobby's eighteenth birthday just passed. How strange to think of him as an adult. It seems so cliche to say it seems like yesterday when he was playing baseball for William Hart, or football for the Northridge Knights, and I had to remind him to wear a cup. Still, it's true. I gave him the application for voter registration just Friday, and by the time I got home from school, he had already

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I am sitting here watching CMT's "8 seconds of Fury" about bullriders and bullriding accidents, and thinking what I know I shouldn't think..."these kids had better NEVER even THINK of doing something so silly!" Knowing I had better not say never.. because they probably will do exactly what I am forbidding. I know, I am the pro at eating famous words... "Bobby would never smoke pot!" did it! At

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I have always loved the way a brand new box of crayons smelled. There were pictures to be drawn, stories to give life hidden in that new box of crayons! Opening that box with its 24 or 48 sharp, bright colors always symbolizes the beginning of the school year for me. I can remember the cripness of a new dress whose starch hadn't been washed out, and the creases from those pink sponge curlers left

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Some things, some people, prove so important to kids, and in the course of their everyday, mundane lives, they never know the impact they've made on the little ones they touch.   "Kenny is the sweetest kid!" I hear it everywhere I go! Especially from his teachers! Kenny is the kid every teacher wishes she could clone.  It all began during a parent-teacher coference in first grade when his

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Bobby wanted a baby. Not a girl baby or a boy baby. Just a baby. At the age of three, after asking why Nicholas, his cousin could have a baby and he couldn't, I decided to leave it in God's hands and teach him a lesson about praying in the meantime. I simply told him, "You'll have to ask God, He sends the babies." He asked. In a crowded grocery store, when a lady with a cute baby walked by, he

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No amount of preparation could have prepared me for Bobby's first day of school. Books have been written about how watching a kindergartener go off to school with a brand new lunchbox, newly purchased tennis shoes and fresh scrubbed face created bathtubs of tears. Did I glance wistfully as he walked away, or walk into walls as a looked for a last glimpse of my precious baby? HEAVENS NO! I jumped

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Why is it that we always seem to hurt the ones we love the most? And we start it at such a young age! Gracie, Katie, Joey and Kenny were outside playing with a little girl down the street. The little girl asked GracieFairy "who do you like more, Katie or me?" Of course, Gracie said, "Karen." "Who do you like more, Moses (Karen's brother) or Joey?" "Moses." Who do you like more, Bobby or Daniel

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Being the mother of children of such a wide age range is amazing! The Prince took a picture of Bobby when he was 5 or 6 sitting on the toilet. It's a nice picture, side view, and all you can see is the toilet and the pants around his ankles. He has always had this thing about the toilet. When it's his turn to take out the trash...in the bathroom; clean out the car...in the bathroom; wash dishes..

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