My youngest child is almost four years old. To me, she looks like the teeniest tiniest human in all of history; but to her she feels the need to frequently remind me: "I not beebee , I big girl." She has also been ripping my heart out with the constant mnemonic: "Soon I go to…
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WARNING: The following contains material that is hazardous to your health. There are days when I am home alone with a few {to all} of my babes. And on these days the pantry is empty, the fridge is bare and I just have not found a way to make mac 'n cheese from lasagna noodles and…
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