“I wonder what Piglet is doing,” thought Pooh. “I wish I were there to be doing it, too.”
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Every morning after MrPages left, the LittlestPage, who is 22 months, walked out of her bedroom, raised her little arms, palms out, and asked, “Where Daddy?” I told her he was on a trip to Nicaragua. She would repeat her original question, apparently not pleased with my answer. I gave her the same answer . . . → Read More: Overheard at my House – On the Road… I am a romantic. I love romances. Not the sleazy kind that is mostly what you find on the shelves today, but the old fashioned kind like Jane Eyre and Pride and Prejudice. The ones where the heroine finds her soul mate and they are forever happy. Enter MrPages. He was and is handsome and . . . → Read More: I laughed today… Part of the agreement MrPages and I made was to write from both perspectives – him away in a mission trip, me at home with five children 10 and under. I have been strangely silent for two reasons. 1. I did not want to interrupt my husband’s beautiful blogging style. It’s almost like being right . . . → Read More: The Homefront… Well, we got through our first day. Not an easy feat, considering the Little Pages were up at 5am yesterday morning and only two managed to nap! I snapped my own light out at 10:30pm only to have the Little Page’s cries erupt ten minutes later. I lay in the dark, exhausted and simply whimpered . . . → Read More: First Day Down |
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