But along with that comes a warning: This will be a doozy of a loooong blog post.
Run if you must. But if you must, do so quietly so my little bloggy ego won't be crushed.
For those of you putting on your full armor and braving the battle....I give you...
...and...
There was good and new friends. Pizza. Make-Your-Own ice cream sundaes. Silly games. Lightsabers and swords (of course). 1st ever sleepover. And I survived it all. So glad about that. Speechlessly glad that God see fit to put this rough and tumble, enough like me to challenge me, loving, sensitive, silly, giggly, handsome boy in our lives 8 years ago....
2~ Many, many moons Saturdays ago we spent the day with our good friends, the Blairs. Just that there makes me glad. Glad because we've been friends with them for almost 11 years. Glad because we've been through life's highest of highs and lowest of lows with them and our friendship has remained. Faithful friends.
3~ So thankful for baby sleep bums. So glad that, while he'll always technically :) be my baby, for now he really is the baby. And I will take all the "baby" I can get. 
4~ Another school year. Another field trip. Another pumpkin patch. Another chance to get special mama-daddy-daughter time.
5~ I had the privilege of watching my sweet friend Summer's baby girl for a day. Can you say sugary sweetness?
6~ Lincoln had his first trip to the dentist. I tried not to project my dislike for this necessary evil onto him, especially since he was happy as a clam to be there. Weird kid.
7~ I finally have the recipe for the Sweet & Spicy Mac and Cheese from one of my favorite restaurants. 4 cups of heavy whipping cream. ...What are you waiting for?
I may have even threatened to take it away if any more holes appear or get bigger. I may have. I may have also shed a few tears over it's state and wondered if a more craftier person than I could rescue it. I may have to come to terms with the fact that it's no longer mine. May. Yes, I realize that I may need professional help. But I'd rather not talk about it...
The rugrats. In all their costume awesomness. Which cost their mama nary a penny. Because she's good like that. And borrowed, free, or "last year's" was my motto.
Self praise stinks unless it's about saving money.
Speaking of self praise saving money (;p), I saved over $80 so far this week with all my coupon clipping thankyouverymuch. Which might explain the lack of creative energy needed to write an interesting post.
But my husband thanks me.
I guess you can thank me now too...cause this yawner of a post (due to my rambling, but partially redeemed because of cute kidlets) is done...and you can reclaim your "free" time.
...and in case I don't see ya, good afternoon, good evening, and good night!
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