eight (and three/fourths) years old, madeline is a constant reminder (because her father keeps reminding me) that she is her mother's child. i can't help but be a little proud of that...
connor just turned seven. he's a heart melter. he is so different from me (i don't need any reminders from the hubby to know this.) i like to think that he somehow keeps me well-rounded, by keeping me on my toes.
our baby isn't really that anymore...except in our hearts. she'll be four in a couple of months, although i'm not quite ready to admit that. she's another one to keep us all on our toes.



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