Tuesday, August 22, 2006


Is it wrong for me to giggle with glee when the boys go outside to play? They are so much like me: hating the humid heat, that they've been in WAY more than out this summer. So, when they're outside, I have this wonderful feeling of relief. They can mess up the outside as much as they want. They can be loud and run and swing sticks at evil villains and I don't worry about the windows or the baby's head getting hit in the crossfire.

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