Wednesday, December 16, 2009
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Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Monday, December 14, 2009
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Sunday, December 13, 2009
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Friday, December 11, 2009
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Thursday, December 10, 2009
Wednesday, December 09, 2009
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Tuesday, December 08, 2009
Monday, December 07, 2009
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Sunday, December 06, 2009
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Saturday, December 05, 2009
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Friday, December 04, 2009
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Thursday, December 03, 2009
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Wednesday, December 02, 2009
CELEBRATING
*today is a sad sort of day. it is the beginning of a new "era" for our little family. we have been so so lucky that "dad" has an office here so he can work-at-home. which has meant all sort of wonderfullnesses. like having him here for lunch. or a quick visit by the boys for some licorice (or better yet, for me, a late morning kiss*), or when I run into a snag with 2 of the boys, he intercedes for a few minutes so I can man-handle the baby, or a quicky errand while the young boys are napping---which is a thing of the past. a break time wrestle session on the mats with dad will have to wait until after dinner. my mornings will now consist of handing off a bag lunch, a (long) smooch, and everyone waving goodbye out the window. yes, it is a sad sort of day at the neiner household. we have been so very, very lucky to have John's presence if only but here & there throughout the day. but, we are CELEBRATING the wonderful year & 8months we did have him here with us throughout every day. and, of course, this will just make the "welcome home's" even more sweet.
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Tuesday, December 01, 2009
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Since my days are slipping by me like sand falls through one's hand, I decided to keep up with my one/a/day, very little thought-but still keeping a record, type blogging. My brain cannot handle any more at this season of my life, but I don't want this time to pass unforgotten. (right now, I am quickly typing because 2 boys are by my side asking for more chocolate chips from the tin in their reach while Caid is "calling" for me. Why does this always seem to coincide with a quick blogging post?)
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