Today is our FIFTH anniversary. It’s hard to remember life before eye lines, sleepless nights, nursing babies and snuggly big kids. But once upon a time we were young and easy under the boughs, to quote the poet. (Does that mean something ahem not quite puritan?)

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Engaged couple. So young!

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I love my dress. Who doesn’t just want to wear it a million times??

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Loved our wedding mass. So much.

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But the reception at our house? The very best time of my life.

Looking back at four years.

And three years.

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SuperBoy turns four at the end of June. But until then, I’m proudly proclaiming myself to be the <victim?? hostage?>  mother to three children under the age of four. Our days consist of me trying to recover from having such a BIG BABY and keeping the other children fed, toileted, and napped. Emphasis on the napped. SuperBoy still naps. Yes. Thanks be.

Things like this happen: best friends come over and they all get into the pool, clothing et al. Because their moms are busy with the babies, right?

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And then the other set of best friends come over and they all get into the hammock. Because the moms are also busy with the babies. So that’s safe, right?

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And then the grandparents swoop in and save the day. Or the wet socks. Either way, NuNu is getting her snuggle time in for sure.

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But back at the Lodge, it really does look like SweetPea has forgotten her manners and is using the great outdoors like a toilet. Tsk Tsk. SuperBoy assures me that’s not what happened. He’s reliably a tattler like that.

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But this is what they do all day long when they’re trapped with me.

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That’s bucket of baseball cards, in case you were querulous.

Back to nursing & napping. Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeu.

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