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I've been much too busy lately. Too busy to post, and sadly, I've barely been able to keep up with the absolutely necessary things. Things should calm down dramatically next week. In the meantime, I'm celebrating a very special day today. Today, 33 years ago, my best friend was born. Although he hails from Indiana, he was actually born on an Indian Reservation in Washington state. His parents were missionaries there.

My life has never been the same after meeting him. Now, 10 1/2 years of married life together, and 3 children (so far!), I couldn't be happier. He's the best. My only regret is that today is supposed to snow like crazy and he will be plowing All. Day. Long. Our dinner plans at one of his favorite restaurants for tonight will have to wait.

Happy Birthday, Matt!

Another one...

Now that Noah has established where Gracyn came from, he wanted to know how long she would be staying. A few days ago this was our conversation;

Noah: Mama, how long is Gracyn staying?

Me: Forever and ever, Noah. Did you think she was going back somewhere?

Noah: Oh Cool!! Yeah, I thought she was going back in your tummy.

Me: No, I don't think she would fit anymore (thinking to myself that she barely fit when she was a newborn).

What was so cute was how excited he was to realize that Gracie was staying and not going anywhere. I love how much he loves her.

So funny...

This was an extremely funny interaction with Noah last night as I was putting Gracyn in her car seat to drive to my parents house for a birthday party;

Noah: Mom, where did we get her from? (referring to Gracie)

Me: I grew her in my tummy. Don't you remember how big my tummy got before Gracie was born?

Noah: Oh yeah, I forgot (followed by several chuckles).

Its terrible, but part of me wanted to joke with him and tell him we got her on sale at Walmart, just to see his reaction. But, I know inevitably, it would bite me in the butt. A few weeks later we would be out and about and an unsuspecting stranger would say something like, "Oh, is that your little sister?" And Noah would reply, "Yup, we got her at Walmart. She was on sale." Then, I would have to try to explain to the stranger why my son thinks his baby sister came from Walmart. I mean, I do spend a lot of time there, but seriously, I did give birth to her almost 11 pound self. I really have to remember to write down this conversation in one of their baby books. It was a keeper.