My kids are asking me questions.
Peaches: Who made people? How did they get their heads on, and their arms, and feet? How did you get made?
Rooster: Am I really a freaky person?
Peaches: Why does Rooster need help for speech and how to act nice?
Rooster: Can I be your baby always?
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Two kids, two full time careers - lots of people do it gracefully, but for me it's a challenge, particularly as I struggle with my boy, the rooster, and his "constellation" of health and developmental issues. Medicine so far fails to cure what ails us, so I'm trying a self-prescribed intensive dose of blogging to see if that does the trick.
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covers the gammut doesn't it? do they come like at my house - rapid fire, all over the map, no time to breathe?? lol
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