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My three little dumplings.

Picture taken in a hotel room during a week at DisneyWorld in 1997. Now that they are 12 (and a half! that HALF is important!), 15, and (this week) 17, I wonder if I have enough money to pay them to recreate this photo? (I don’t think so.)
They grow up so fast, don’t they? And, well, THANK GOD. Cuz, you know, the spitup and the poopy diapers and class field trips to the zoo–we can only stand SO MUCH OF THAT before we’re ready to move on to a new phase where they’re wrecking our cars and stuff. But, darn it, they are so cute when they’re little. My kids are worth every excruciating minute they screamed in the middle of Chili’s. And even that time the cop stopped me on the interstate and I said, “I’m in a hurry because my baby is SCREAMING!” Only of course he wasn’t screaming THEN. He was back there in his car seat blowing bubbles. Little turdball.
I love my little turdballs.
But those chicks better not have me conferencing with the school principal over bringing their toy cowboy pop guns to school, that’s all I have to say.
I’ve got a suspicion about this one, though.

He’s going to be trouble.
But he’s good when he’s asleep.

Aren’t they all?
Happy Mother’s Day–to you and you and you and you!
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Happy Mother’s Day to you and to all mums — of human and/or fur children.
BTW, that gorgeous chick probably will be the best of the lot!
-Kim :smile:
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Looks like we were both at Disneyworld the same year!
I am a mom to “Petey bird”..he knows no other mom!
That little chick looks like he has his Lone Ranger mask on! LOL
P.S. – You have me ADDICTED to cracker candy..I cannot stay out of it all weekend! I need to make more tomorrow, to keep feeding this addiction. LOL
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Good job.