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Owen, this morning: “I wish there was a man dancing a paddywhack on my backpack. He could sing about knickknacks and throw bones at the dog.”
Ah, nursery rhymes.
Sorry, it’s easier to jot this stuff down than to tell you how we haven’t slept in three days and that I’m having a hard time choking food down and how I get panicky when I think about how the tree could have fallen differently. Yay!
WOW! Catching up on all the blogs I didn’t read over the weekend and goodness your tree fell while I wasn’t looking.
The holidays are always crazed and you you double it up and add a tree crashing…proud of you for holding up through it all!
Take two cups of tea and call someone in the morning or recite nursery rhymes- that works too
Keep smiling and keep breathing
I will never understand the connections happening in those sweet little heads.