Posts Tagged ‘ Doodle ’

Aw, isn’t “Little Dragons” a cute name for a class full of 4 year old Tae Kwon Do dudes? I thought so, too. Doodle was just a little bit happy, just a little bit excited, and just a little bit awed by the whole white-belt-testing ceremony thing.  Me too. John did martial arts in high school,...
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I wrote a nice little post.  It took me a while.  And then the connection dropped, autosave failed me, and all I have left are the pictures I’d uploaded. GRRR. Here’s the short version.  Not that I can ever be brief, you know, but I’ll try. The kids invited me to play in the kiddie pool. I accepted. They...
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So I stuck C & D in a “creative movement” class.  It was right after C’s ballet, and it was at the same time as the adult clogging.  Seemed like a good thing, especially since I really enjoy clogging.  (That way I “only” had two kids to manage while dancing.  Mm-hm.) Surprise, surprise, they had...
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She’s been creative lately. And so has her two-year-old brother.  Nothing like straight protein powder while mom nurses the baby. Doodle, on the other hand, has been strong.  Super strong! He was a little bit happy about splitting that board.  I’ll have to load the video of him telling us the story.  Someday. Freedom has been learning to...
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I love ah-ha moments.  Wish they came more often.  In writing “Part Four: Show Time!” (about F’s delivery) I reminded myself of a sweet little moment that happened a few weeks before Freedom was born.  Then I wrote a few lines and never came back to it.  Well, here it is, finally fleshed out...
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My posts have been a little more rambling, a little less family journal lately, so I shall try to balance the scale a bit here. Baby F – 8 months now.  Just two teeth still, sweet little baby.  He’s just beginning to army-crawl, and he will pull himself to standing.  Mobility, here we come!  He’s...
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This is the last one, I promise. There is just no end to the things they find to do with these things, but I’ll shut up about it already and let this last picture speak for itself.
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