The other day the petit femmes and I saw a brown furry beast wandering in the grass, by the side of road, in Cobourg.
"Beaver!" I yelled excitedly.
"No, wood chuck!," I corrected myself.
"No... gopher!" I finally surmised. Am I becoming stupid from lack of sleep, or am I totally disconnected to nature these days?
FInally had a small shindig for Smyth yesterday. A couple of my girlfriends pressured and guilted me into it (poor second child). My back is killing and I am worn out! How do my little people suck the life out of me so sufficiently?
And she's out!
Happy Bday party little Smyth.
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