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| Probably one of our last meals out without a baby for a good long while! |
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Taken by one of my little girls during homeschool 2025. Do you ever feel like maybe your are as dense as diamond, pressed so compactly that...
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Before After months of slow progress on the script and choreography, harmonizing a dance team and a drama team into a cohesive group, we fi... -
Taken by one of my little girls during homeschool 2025. Do you ever feel like maybe your are as dense as diamond, pressed so compactly that... -
Helping Mommy '84 I was 10, seated at a lunch table with my classmates. Mrs. McCaslin was my first teacher apart from my mother. I ...
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"Abigail" responded the young woman filling the many water jugs in the cafeteria of the retreat center where we are celebrating o...
Yay! Lots of fun meals are ahead! It was when we were out to eat with our first little guy that we started a very prominent tradition in our family. He was in a restaurant high chair and while we had closed our eyes to pray, he put his chubby fingers on the stack of dishes at the end of our table. *CRASH!*. Thus started the tradition of holding hands when praying. We also open our eyes occasionally during prayer to catch those sneaking food!
ReplyDeleteWow, that is a good heads-up, holding hands isn't _just_ a good sign of unity, there are some practical parenting perks!
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