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So we are sitting down to dinner and Jaden say, "dig in! That means 'let's eat' in Spanish."
I hear Rachel going in to the fridge and then I hear a little commotion. I go in to the kitchen and she is sitting in her favorite hiding spot. She opens up the door to the lazy susan and sits down with the door bent the opposite direction so it makes a little box. She is sitting there trying to get the bologne out of the container...do you think she's hungry?
I finish getting ready for the day and go downstairs to where the kids are playing. I'm feeling pretty good about myself because I tried something new with my hair and it turned out pretty well. I get half way down the stairs and Jaden says, "what's wrong with your hair?" "What do you mean what's wrong with my hair, I curled it." "I don't like it," he says. "You should keep it the way God made it."
Gretchen my little baby has decided she's not a little baby any more. She has decided that she may want to crawl soon and is trying her hardest to get up on her knees. I helped her out a little bit and she smiled so big...kind of like, "look at me!! Look what I did!" I guess it's time to get that baby gate.
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