Saturday Silliness



Love Month-
I love being a stay-at-home mom, which means being able to do things like going to lunch at school with my boys.

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  1. esbbostonFebruary 4, 2012 at 10:52 PM

    That's a great picture, the second one.

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  2. esbbostonFebruary 4, 2012 at 10:55 PM

    I just noticed that when I click on the your icon in my comments section it doesn't send me to your profile because it appears to be protected(?) so I had to wander around a bit to find your blog in my favorites in my browser.

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  3. Jenn and CaseyFebruary 5, 2012 at 5:12 AM

    Aww! so sweet!

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  4. Larissa T.February 5, 2012 at 9:57 AM

    So cute! Good for you! and for them!

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  5. JudyFebruary 5, 2012 at 10:07 AM

    Oh, I miss those days :(. Very cute pic!

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  6. Julie DeMilleFebruary 5, 2012 at 12:16 PM

    esb- I didn't know about my profile. I think I fixed it.
    Thanks to all. I have a hard time putting up pictures of myself. A huge self-doubt thing I'm trying to get past.

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  7. Masked MomFebruary 6, 2012 at 5:51 AM

    What a sweet picture. How close are they in age?

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  8. Julie DeMilleFebruary 6, 2012 at 3:29 PM

    They're 11, 8 and 5.

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  9. esbbostonFebruary 7, 2012 at 9:08 PM

    I tested your icon and it works correctly now taking me to your profile.

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