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Our 3 year old son, who has been fully potty trained for a few months now, recently began pottying in his pants again... When asked why he was choosing to not go to the potty, he informed us that "Dragons live in the potty" and continued to hysterically describe how big and scary they are, and that they would get him if he went potty... So... long story short: we have been battling dragons ever

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A couple of days ago, my husband misplaced the keys to his truck. We have searched everywhere we can think of, both in and out of the house, in the vehicles, the garage, everywhere. The first day they went missing, it was no big deal. I figured I could skip my errands for one day – what would it hurt? – and he could just take my car to work. I could search for his keys, and being the “wonder

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Good morning :o) (keep in mind that my face doesn't exactly look so happy ~ it's not even 7 a.m. and I've been up for an hour. That's just ungodly LoL.) Jeremy is home. I was getting ready for bed last night, thinking about a lot of things, I realized that as glad and thankful as I am to have him home, it's kind of... wierd... (is that the right word? Maybe. Maybe not, but I'm going with it..

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I just recently began a Bible Study called, “What Happens When Women Walk In Faith”, written by Lysa Terkeurst. As I read through the introduction and first chapter of the book, I found myself saying, “That’s me!” I felt elated, yet unsure, as I continued to read, trying to process everything I was taking in. Things that were a “secret” part of me; things I had not even talked to God about were

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My children and I have recently had the privilege & blessing of spending several weeks with my cousins-in-law. Throughout the last two weeks or so of our stay, our twelve-year-old cousin, Josh, and I sort of battled it out between surprise attack tickling/wrestling matches (initiated by Josh) and ice fights (presumably where he would daily put large pieces of ice down my back at the most

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I just killed a spider the size of China. Ok, so not really, but it sounds dramatic, right?! I mean, there I was minding my own business, lounging on the couch, when I saw something move out of the corner of my eye. At first, I think I am imagining it, because upon looking, I don't see anything on the rug in the dining room, but I get up to check anyway just because I know if I don't, I will 

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