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We had a really excellent time at my sister's house this Thanksgiving Weekend. It was Justin and Rosie's first time to host a holiday, and they did it wonderfully- the two little ones get along better and better every time they're around each other. I have many more pictures, but I managed to get the flu, so I am off to bed.

Our other news? Josh and I were discussing whether or not to have another child- Josh said no, I said yes, and then...God chose to bless us again! Baby number four, due late June or early July. Pretty soon this picture won't be of the two little ones...

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Sandy said…
Yeah, Tates!! You GO! You BIRTH those children! Satisfy yourself with four or else... and I have proven I can produce two-at-a-time, so just TEMPT me!!

I love those tater-tots. They are edible. MORE PLEASE!!
Liana said…
YAY- Congratulations, Sarah.
What wonderful news!

(My word verification is: messess, too funny!)
abigail said…
Hurrah!
and
HA! As I typed those other comments last night, I knew (with hope) it was a baby! So much nicer than Seasonal Affective Disorder, I think.

This news makes me happy!
Congratulations on your wombkin!
teryll said…
You are one heck of a baby makin' machine! Congrats!
Justin and Beth said…
Congrats! That's so exciting. We get to be pregnant together! :) - Beth
vicTORIa said…
congrats on the new little!!!
Jenn said…
YEEEEEHAAAAAAAA!!!! We are super thrilled over here... the more tater tots, the better, as far as we are concerned! Lovin' it. Lovin' you guys... thanks for keepin' it real!!!! (What does that even MEAN?!?)
Love you. jenn for jeff and clan.

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