I come from a family background that (could probably get me a guest spot on Oprah, and) is a little bit complicated. My Dad has been married four (!) times and had children with the first three of his wives. I have eight (!) siblings, only one of whom shares the same mother with me. That sister is two years younger than I am.
The first (older) set of my Dad’s kids grew up across the country but we’ve had our chances to connect over the years. The youngest set of siblings I am especially close to as I moved in with my Dad when the first of their babies was but a toddler and my Step Mom was pregnant with the second one.




I have two different blog friends (Whom I Have also met in real life)(Which does not negate the blog friends whom I have not met in real life)(Why do I feel the need to clarify this in 2009?)
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One of the running jokes among my circle of friends who have young children as I do is the fact that we can never have a complete conversation. When we have a play date with kids running around we are dealing with fights, meltdowns, and diaper changes. The phrase most often repeated is, “What was I saying again?”
I have mentioned numerous times that my husband and I are quite compatible. We share the same faith, the same
Last February my husband and I brought our three kids to their grandparents’ house and 