There
was born a second daughter. The eldest being jealous of the new baby
attempted to bake her in a cardboard oven. She was thwarted by the king
and queen.
Through
the years the first and second born daughters of this family would make
attempts on each others' lives. They were not very good at
this for they have both survived into adulthood. Not sure how adult
they act, but they lived and the eldest is very happy about that.
Happy
Birthday, Traci.
Love
you.
Vikki
Mom didn't remember it being an oven, just thought it was a hideout and this made Mom very glad that they had good gates on the stairs when I, the hapless younger child, was pushed around in a clothes basket car!
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or Do Pirates Like Snow? Some of the many imponderables uttered by my children. This is going to be my record of life (because I don't scrapbook, never kept baby books, and have a horrible memory) and the things that happen as a not-so-patient stay-at-home-mom. I'm trying to deepen my faith, but hoping life doesn't cover me in mud.
Monday, September 16, 2013
Once Upon a Time...
Such was the subject of an email I received from my older, much older (!) sister this weekend. It was such a cute email, that I'm going to put it out here as one of those memories that I don't want to forget.
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