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His Turn
And before we knew it, May was upon us which meant…
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His Party
We had Jonah’s party exactly 21 days later. Because we (and by “we” I mean Jonah) aren’t totally firm on how the calendar works and because his mom called too late to reserve a party date within his actual birth month. Party year is a blight on my otherwise happy existence. But it’s all good! Happy birthday, my baby! You didn’t take my deal to stay four…
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Her Party
Because she is a planner and because she knew this was our party year, Allie had asked several months in advance for a baking themed party with her friends. Seemed easy enough and we had plenty of time to gather ideas, supplies, and put everything together. Allie was a big help with all the prep work and I had even planned enough time to sew her and her guests a little half apron as part of their party favors. Yay, me. What I hadn’t planned on was going ice skating for the first time as a family the day before (Allie looooved it) and my being so intent on not…
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Her Turn
Blink and a couple days later, it was her turn to celebrate!
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The Time He Turned Five
Well. So a small anecdote first. Remember in the movie “Charlie and the Chocolate Factory” (the weird, not as good Johnny Depp version), the grandparents were all in bed discussing Mr. Wonka’s chocolate factory and Grandmother Geraldine breaks in with, “I love grapes!” Talking to Phil is sometimes kind of like that. Like I’ll say, “Do you want me to pack this veggie salad up for your lunch tomorrow?” One would think the answer would be either yes or no, or some variation of yes or no. Maybe, for instance. His response is, “I like the dressing on this salad.” Or I’ll say, “How do you…
