Did Santa really come?Is this all for me? Where, oh where shall I even begin?
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Briar continues to dazzle with her sartorial ingenuity. Today she has paired a paired a blonde mukuluk and rose petal leotard, complete with its own pert tulle tutu. Underneath she is wearing the latest in size 4 Cruisers, a Dora motif and supreme fit. If she were to turn and face the camera you would see a meticulous arrangement of sparkles in blue, pink and silver along her brow. She is a vision of Adirondack royalty ala Walt Disney.
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Avery has achieved backward mobility. Not really crawling, not really scooting, but most definitely moving. Backwards. Oh, the terror of two (children and the age), on the move. Stay tuned for more tales from the mayhem control tower. (More like an observation deck really, control is rather ephemeral.)
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I have a crush. It’s on fleece. Baby fleece. I know, I’m weird. Since having babies I am truly outraged at the chenille, fleece and cotton confections available only in baby sizes. I must get to work on a business plan so I can start selling this stuff to adults. I can see a second home in the Bahamas already. Go. Try it.Buy it.Love it. Be it. Again, I know, I am weird, but it’s just so soft. Prepare to be impressed. I give you i play baby wear,in particular the Winterwear.
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Grandma slam dunk alert! We received another box from Grandma the other day. This grandma, my mom, is famous for some odd packages. She’ll be the first to admit it. I think we can both admit that sometimes the stuff can fall into a “misinformed impulse buy” category…transistor radios with black nylon lanyards and travel Yahtzee. Here’s a typical pre-package arrival call: “Hey Man, it’s Mom.” “Hi.” “I just put another package in the mail to you. It’s a little bit of everything, some things for you, some things for the girls.” “Cool, I can’t wait!” “Well, I don’t know. It may be weird. I don’t know what I was thinking. Some of it may just be dumb.” “Mom, stop. I’m sure we’ll love…
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