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“Bye. Talk soon. I love you. “I hang up the phone. I just fleshed out the Christmas plans with my sister. She is the closest family we have near and will be spending dinner at her house. We are keeping plans and times loose. I will call her after my kids open their gifts. No…
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Kids are snug in their beds as I pour over the Christmas Gift List with my husband. For the most part, we can fill in what to get loved ones. We hesitate at the few hard-to-get folks. You know, the ones that tell you to not get them anything. It is always a struggle to…
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With my pen in hand to update the holiday calendar, I flip the page over to November. It seems like a lifetime ago it was this time last year. I was feeling very down. Not only was my sister going to be in the hospital for cancer surgery and miss Christmas, but I was…
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The cries pelt through he night like a thunder storm. I rise on auto-pilot and race towards my daughter’s bedroom. I am met at the door by my youngest that is waking up from a nightmare of sorts. I scoop her up and unlock the safety gate to go downstairs so the rest of…
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Just in time for school, Halloween and every occasion, Kinder comes out with a wonderful new Facebook application called Kinder Moments. If you have a holiday pic or a just-cause pic, you can upload your picture to Kinder Moments to frame it online. When this announcement came I began looking through my Facebook album pictures…
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As posted on The Yummy Mummy YMC Watching my two daughters playing on the playground, it strikes me how different they are. In the early days of my youngest, I would compare her to her older sister. When she wouldn’t hit the milestones like her sister, I worried. I thought there was something wrong. My…
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Mere days until I turn 38. While I try to stay positive and look forward to a day of no-cooking, I can’t do it. My heart feels so heavy. My shoulders ache of the pressure. As I get older, I see my birthday as just any other day-less gifts, still have diapers to change and…
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The rain is pounding on the roof so hard I thought it is going to cave in. I then realise it is my heart thumping in my chest at full warp speed. I know it’s time to say good bye. I feel myself go breathless as I tell my youngest daughter’s support worker and teachers…
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I hold my four-year-old’s hand and my other hand is pushing the stroller her younger sister is in. The new school Barbie backpack is sitting on my proud girl’s back. We are off to see her kindergarten class. I am excited for her. All summer we talked about how much fun it will be. She…
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I am criss- crossed applesauce on our floor with about a hundred toys scattered all throughout five feet from me. My two-year-old is running around our living room/playroom giggling away. I am speaking with her Infant Development Group consultant ( a part of the Child Development Centers) discussing ways to help my youngest daughter speak.…
Danielle Christopher 