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Thursday, December 14, 2006


Sometimes things pop up that make you forget all the crushed up cheerios, dirty diapers, and playing dead weight toddler in the middle of the busiest intersection in the mall.

Lindsay last night: "Mommy I'm going to be your best friend forever."

I sure hope so sweet pea.


Michelle said...

:) And she will! That is so sweet.

sis-in-law said...

Hopefully. In my experience, and seeing my friends interact with their moms, you are either best friends or worst enemies! Or better put, you either get along great or have nothing in common. Hmmm...not to ruin the moment, but could this have anything to do with jealousy toward little Miss Hannah, a potential best friend of mommy's too? Just kidding. All your babies love you :)