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I changed the layout of this blog-thing again. I wanted the other one to work, but it wasn’t doing it for me. We’ll see about this one.  In theory, I am also going to update the bio page to be more professional; something I could direct people towards for potential freelance work.


I have been eating a breakfast of granola & plain greek yogurt. It has surprised me with its deliciousness and filling abilities. I don’t get hungry again til lunch!


In other news, babies:

The adorable toddler upstairs has learned my name and is constantly saying hi to me (apparently, I don’t even have to be around for this to happen) and I just want to squeeze her to pieces.

My niece is hardly a baby anymore. She is potty-training and talking and laughing, but not too big for me to swing up in the air and pull into my shoulder and pretend to bite on the ear. Her sparkly blue eyes are captivating – it is fun to watch my brother melt at the sight of a giggly daughter.

Have I told you that my sister is having a baby? She is. She is due on Grampie’s 94th birthday…come March, I am also going to cuddle that baby to my chin and breathe in their warmth and kiss their head and then (eventually) hand her/him back to my sister and brother-in-law with a smile and much gratitude for these beautiful people whose lives I get to share in.

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  1. I like your new layout. The other one was not working for me either :)

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