A few nights ago we had couscous for dinner. Atticus loved it and insisted on calling it Duck Duck Goose. (It's weird, this is the first time he's called it that, but not the first time we've eaten it.) Hank thoroughly enjoyed it!
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I look forward to seeing anything you post here Emily. You are so talented with your writing. Also agree with Mandy you are a super mom. The party idea was so great. I've come to see that Atticus mind works in strangely wonderful ways. Maybe couscous sounds like goose goose. I tell you God broke the mold when he made Atticus. What lies ahead for him is so awesome with that creative brain.
I also visit the Midcentury site too. It's so fun to get your take on stuff. In my head I'm writing a blog on domestic stuff, I just havne't had time to get it out there on the web-so I live vicariously through yours and a few others I disc0vered. Thanks for sharing.
I look forward to seeing anything you post here Emily. You are so talented with your writing. Also agree with Mandy you are a super mom. The party idea was so great. I've come to see that Atticus mind works in strangely wonderful ways. Maybe couscous sounds like goose goose. I tell you God broke the mold when he made Atticus. What lies ahead for him is so awesome with that creative brain.
I also visit the Midcentury site too. It's so fun to get your take on stuff. In my head I'm writing a blog on domestic stuff, I just havne't had time to get it out there on the web-so I live vicariously through yours and a few others I disc0vered. Thanks for sharing.
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