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You wonder, "What do those Tate chilluns look like now? I haven't seen them in weeks! What have they been doing?"
Not much...and a lot. I underestimated the things we would start doing when Bowden started kindergarten, and Lucy began preschool. I love my time with Jack at home, and I love the activities that have jumped into our schedule, but am I tired. Bowden ended just yesterday his first (and possibly last) soccer season with a first place trophy- for every team- and a pizza party.
I breathed a hundred sighs of relief, and put that battle behind us. Bowden tells us that he does not like soccer. We made him finish what he started, but it is good to not have to do that for three(!) hours a week. Lucy and I still have our Mommy and Me dance class on Wednesdays, and our recital is coming up- get ready to see me in PINK. I'm supposed to be one of the Glendas. It may be your only chance.
With that, I give you....van pictures. Bowden

Lucy
Jack
My camera was full for a while, and I took my time emptying it, but recently I feel like it is just more of the same over and over. Enjoy!

Comments

alexae said…
Ah yes, strap the children down before you can safely take their picture... seems like a good plan to me.
MomZup said…
Wonderful pictures! I like the new blogspot look. Thanks for posting.
sarah said…
I changed it in hopes that I won't be 95% full still...we'll see if upgrading to new blogger works...
Sandy said…
I'm 80% full. Wondering what I'll do when we reach 100... Start PAYING for this luxury? I think not.

I like the new look too. Except that my name is gone from your list. Darn you private blog! No body likes a private blog.

And, those kids are very cute, and I cannot WAIT to see you in your pink Balinda costume. CAN NOT WAIT.

I miss and love you lots, it hurts.
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox.
sarah said…
I just have had a chance to add all of my links- the biggest reason I didn't want to switch in the first place...but if you are at 80%, then there is little hope that this switch helped....
abigail said…
I know a trick to get back to 0%. Email me if you need to know it.

love from
Sneaky Shotsnaps

p.s. I just left a comment under your "tired" post, but I forgot to say that I hear light treatment helps...?
abigail said…
p.p.s.
Yes, that's an excuse to get people to email me, but I really do know the trick!!!

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