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Name: Sarah
Gender: Female
Interests: sewing, cooking, language, music, long brisk walks with the stroller
Expertise: constantly being distracted from the really important things by all my to-dos
Occupation: Education/training
Industry: Hospitality
Message: message me
Member Since:
2/3/2005
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| Offense to a PostcardWe moved out of our house last weekend and are staying with a family from our church for two weeks while we wait for our new place to become available. (Moving is the main reason that there were no updates for a month!) On their fridge, they have about 10 postcards, just at a height that Jacob can reach them. The first day we were here, he went over to the fridge and turned each one over to the writing side so that the pictures were hidden. After we told him that he should leave them on the picture side because that looked nicer, he went back over to the fridge and as he turned them back over, he quietly said to each postcard, "Sorry!... Sorry!... Sorry!..."
Very sensitive conscience, that boy!
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| Budding Feminist...So yesterday, Susanna was putting her pajamas on, and when she got her pants on in the right direction, I said, "Wow! You're smart!"
To which she replied, "No! Girls aren't smart... Girls are beautiful! BOYS are smart.
I swear I didn't teach her that!
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| Two 
On Tuesday, our washroom got flooded when someone plugged the drain and left the tap on full force (it was dripping through the ceiling downstairs). This morning, I smelled something burning and traced the smell to the toaster oven, which was turned on and had two of Bruce's pacifiers in it (his good ones, I might add), cooking along happily and melting all over the crumb tray. Just a few minutes ago, I discovered that the computer had been turned off and a CD was stuck in the little space at the top of the CD drive. And a certain little boy went down for his nap with red marker all over his face. I'd forgotten about 2-year-olds.
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| Welcome to Canada
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| Quote of the DayMe: Jacob, you are such a BOY!
Jacob: I am not a boy. *in a deep grunting voice* I AM IRONMAN!
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