Denim Death

Yesterday, my favorite pair of blue-jeans died. I was over at a friend’s house with Nathan. He was sleepy, so I took him into a quiet room and bent over to secure him in his bouncy seat so he could take a nap. That’s when I heard it: the inevitable MOAN OF DEATH. You know exactly what …

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Home at Last

We have finally arrived home! Nathan did wonderfully for his grandma and for his aunt and uncle, who were so kind to watch him while Paul and I attended the wedding. Paul’s mom said Nathan was a happy little guy and she thoroughly enjoyed their time together. I was a nervous about nothing! Nathan took it …

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