littlest one

Live In The Moment (a note to myself)

by SomeGirl on August 30, 2011 · 12 comments

Don’t miss the joy of this… by letting your mind be preoccupied with this… Live in the moment and enjoy every second of it! Time is fleeting… And the computer will still be there when you’re done. ;) (A note to myself as I enter the world of Pinterest.) ——– For more living in the […]

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Wow, Time DOES Fly!

by SomeGirl on April 11, 2011 · 18 comments

I can’t believe it’s been a year since writing about my littlest one’s birth and 3rd birthday (see that post here)… and now we’re celebrating his 4th birthday!?! (someone make time slow down!) Yesterday I had the opportunity to fraddle for my littlest one in a different sort of way by letting go of my […]

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A Sick Fraddling Friday

by SomeGirl on July 23, 2010 · 26 comments

Well, my littlest one woke up with Croup last night (he’s prone to it when he has allergy flare-ups). Fortunately I know what to do with his Croup now, the first time it happened I raced to the Emergency Room… now I know what to expect and how to help him. So, we’re taking it […]

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I don’t have much to say today. Just thought I’d post one of my new favorite pictures… I love the colors and think the subject is ADORABLE! On a totally unrelated topic, have you ever felt like a bad mom? I’ve been feeling like one lately… no reason that I can pin point, just one […]

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Have you ever had one of those weeks that just flew by and you had no idea what  you did with all the time??? That’s how this week has been for me… I must have subconsciously decided to “take the week off” after last weekend’s birthday party. With that said, I’ve been trying to think […]

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Tommy Nelson, in his Song of Solomon study, tells a story of a person visiting a village on the bank of a river (the following is a paraphrase as I remember the story going). As he is guided around the village he begins to notice people missing limbs, scarred from deep wounds, crippled and hurt. […]

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