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FYI

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Happy Birthday Dr King!

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My favorite thing about this whole video is that Aubrey doesn’t even use the terms black and white. She calls it like she sees them, and apparently Crayola is her point of reference. I love that a little peach girl in Mississippi knows who Dr King is, and doesn’t even see things in black and white.

New Addition: Mommy Tips

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So at the suggestion of my MS BFF Lizzie, I’m adding Mommy Tips to the blog. Here’s your first one: If you ever wonder if a pair of toddler panties/underwear are clean or dirty, waste the water and wash them again. Do NOT under any circumstances, smell them.

You’re welcome.

Double Trouble: Chicken Doodle Soup

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After school and nap time today Aubrey and Emma wanted some “Chicken Doodle Soup.” I made them two bowls and came to sit at my computer to have a few minutes to myself while they ate and Sadie napped.

I had been on the computer for approximately 60 seconds when I heard a gargantuan splash. (Did I mention I’ve been cleaning house all day and my kitchen was spotless? No? Well, it was.)

The chatter coming from the kitchen completely stopped and I yelled into the silence, “DID SOMEONE SPILL THEIR SOUP?”

Emma: YEAH! IT WAS AUBREY!

Aubrey: YEAH, SORRY MOM! IT WAS ME!

I sighed.

Emma whispered so loudly I could hear her three rooms away, “TELL HUH IT WAS AN AC-SEE-DENT.”

Aubrey: HEY, MOM?

Me: WHAT AUBREY?

Aubrey:UM…IT WAS AN ACCIDENT.

Sigh.

December Blog Contest Winners

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Here are two of the cutest boys EVER, Branson and Davis, sporting their Backyard Baby t-shirts, that their Momma won in my first blog contest! Stay tuned for my next contest…

You’re Not Somebody Else

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Today Emma, Sadie and I went to eat lunch with Zeb. (Aubrey was at school, sucks to be her, right?) Anywho, we dropped Zeb off at work and as I was pulling out of the parking lot one of the ladies who works in the office waved me down. I stopped and rolled down my window and she said, “Oh! I’m sorry I thought you were someone else!”

“No problem,” I said rolling up the window.

“Momma, what did her want?” Emma asked from the back seat.

“Nothing. She thought I was someone else.”

“MOMMA! You ah not someone else! You ah jest Wobin! You ah my Momma! And I wub you!”

Ladies and gentlemen, it doesn’t get any deeper, more philosophical or sweeter than that.