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Spring Break is Over- Almost

Ellyn is home for one more day. How random is that? So I have Ellyn and Sawyer by myself. This is no easy feat. Ellyn and I went for a walk this morning while Mike was still home to play with Sawyer. Ellyn did not want to walk, she was screaming at the top of her lungs (it was after nine by the by). Two people came out of their houses to see what was going on, I explained the situation to one woman who then explained it to another woman who was out walking her dogs and asked Ellyn if she would please be quiet. It didn't bother me too much, but it did make me very grateful for all of my neighbors. Neighbors that I hardly ever see but who are friendly and supportive and think Ellyn is adorable (which she is). Sawyer and Ellyn and I are going to attempt Costco for some milk and produce and diapers. Can I tell you how much milk we went through when my mom and sisters and nieces and nephews were here? We should have leased 10 cows. Oh, but did we ever have fun. SO MUCH FUN!!! I will play catch up with pictures later. Right now Sawyer is slapping my butt while I stand at the counter typing (a little trick he learned from his corrupting older sister, Sadie Jean) and Ellyn just finished her peanut butter and honey sandwich and crawled right up on the table, through all the stickiness to finish her drawing. Going to go wipe honey off knees, change somebody's poopy diaper, run a brush through my hair and head to the buy everything in massive bulk quantities store where I have an exclusive executive membership. Try not to be too jealous. Yes, I watched "Yes Man" Saturday night. As promised, one of my many new ways of saying goodbye. Bouncie

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