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Toddlers are amazing little critters, aren’t they?  I am usually amazed with my interactions with actual critters.  My cats want to go to bed shortly after my kids do, and meow to tell me they are ready.  My chickens will hear the back door close and come running up to me if I try to close up their coop too early (and hey, I might have food).  My Grams’ dog knows when they are going to go for a ride before she even grabs the car keys.  So sure, it makes sense that little humans are pretty darn smart too, even if they cannot always demonstrate it.

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I have joked in the past about sibling rivalry and jealousy.  Sometimes it is so subtle that you do not even really notice it, like when my husband would hug and kiss me good bye.  Tater would run up and wrap himself around my leg or wiggle between us to get in on the love fest.  Other than that, it never really dawned on him to be jealous, even when a strange kid would end up plopping in my lap at the library to read a story.

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Every mother, particularly new ones, discover a whole new realm of fear once they have given birth.  I freaked out on the car ride home with my first born son.  Every vehicle on the road was a speeding bullet headed toward my baby.  I was a nervous wreck on the freeway.  They don’t really warn you about that, even in “What to Expect” and they are great at giving expecting mothers things to worry about.

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Let me preface this with: I am in no way a professional barber.  I am just cheap.

I cut my family’s hair.  I even trim my own bangs, though I haven’t lately.  The woman who cuts my hair (3-4 times a year, whether it needs it or not) gets a little frownie line between her eyes when she sees I have taken the scissors to my hair.  I figure it is safe to say I am not exceptionally good at it.

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We have taken to having our dinner outdoors.  It’s nice to eat under the shade tree, and whatever JD drops, the chickens clean up for me, so it’s rather win-win.  Plus dinner tends to coincide with what I call the “witching hour”.

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