The left clicky-thing on my mouse doesn’t think I’m serious when I press it unless I add a little more muscle-oomph to my finger. I suppose the mouse might be asking me if I’m sure I want to click on something before I actually go there. I have, since these symptoms on my mouse have started, abandoned certain half-hearted attempts at various sites because I didn’t realize the clicky-thing just needed more muscle. It got me thinking about what my other experiences in life would be like if I had to press the clicky-thing again , but with greater conviction, before it worked. I’m sure I’d avoid putting my foot in my mouth more often, I’d make better financial choices, and I’d probably be a more rational and sane mother, maybe. I’ve noticed on Facebook, a site that I’ve been trying not to visit much, that many people who post there, including myself, need to have a little more “clicky-thing” issues just so we think about what we type before it’s out there for the whole world to see. …
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The forth of July wasn’t only a special day because of our wonderful country’s celebration of independence and freedom, but it was also the day we brought our dear little girls to church with family and friends, and had them blessed. Thank you all who came for sharing this memorable day with us.We are now a family of 7! Wow! We’ve just about outgrown our mini van. Give us a few years and I think we will!A family photo just after the blessing. More were there but I didn’t get the memo out soon enough that there would be a group picture afterward. Missed you in the photo, Andi, Aaron and fam.Gabriella with the big blue eyes!Mommy with Elizabeth, sound asleep with her “Sunday bib” on. The only nice looking bib we have, thus being preserved for special occasions and to spare a beautiful dress from a very spit-uppy baby.Cousin Tessa holding Miriam after the blessing, two beautiful ladies.
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I’m starting to wonder if I have a serious addiction to taking pictures of my children. I don’t seem to be able to stop myself and I may be causing some sort of retinal damage on my kid’s eyes from an over exposure to flashes. There’s probably some psychiatric term for parents like me titled something like “havetotakeaphotoaddictivism.” Who knows, they might be trying to come up with some sort of treatment in the form of a pill or maybe a nationwide ban on camera purchases for women with a plethora of abdominal stretch marks. The following photos are proof that my addiction is becoming very serious, but until the photo psychiatrists come after me, I’m going to keep on doing it.Douglas with Miss ElizabethA clean Miss Miriam just after her bath. These girls are great fans of bath time, like any true lady with an understanding of creature comforts.Meeting some of the relatives.(When is that mommy of ours ever going to stop with the flashy light thing?)Reed with Miss E.Douglas and Mi…