I’m thankful for the early mornings a toddler brings. I’m thankful for the mess and dirt, for cars with squeaky brakes. I’m thankful for that extra roll of fat I gained and for temper tantrums. I’m thankful for every bit of it. This is the story of my life.
I just got my first real taste of Julianna as a 13 year old. She just told me, "WHen I grow up I'm not going to take turns. I'm going to be nice to my friends but not to you Mom."
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Oh my!!
She'll probably lock her door and talk on the phone for hours and hours and hours and refuse to play with her younger brother or sister too!
Will her mother chop her door down with an axe???
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