Sometimes things change. And then, apparently, they stop changing at all until you think your head might explode.
And you're somewhere in the middle, right? God, they are so cute. Hang in there--I've said it before, but this is the hardest part (I think--we're heading into the tween shit, and it's no picnic).Take some pics of your house remodel so I can live vicariously, ok? All my general contractor husband ever does on our house is tear it up and buy stuff to someday put it back together again. Makes me tired.
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