When I was seven my family moved from the city out to the country to run a motel. We lived in the house attached to the lobby. Every day I'd help my mom change all the sheets in the motel rooms and clean up.
There were a few people who were regulars and basically lived at the motel. One family had five kids living in their room. I'm not sure where they put them all. I was good friends with one of the boys, Daniel. There was also a family who lived there with a little girl and a baby.
One day I was hanging outside with Daniel, the little girl and her baby brother. The girl let me hold her baby brother, the first time I'd ever held a baby. at this point I knew nothing about babies or where they came from.
I held the baby close and smelled his head. It smelled like iced tea. The longer I held him and sniffed his head, I was certain of something. Babies were somehow made from iced tea. This baby was black and I figured the more iced tea powder you added to the mix, the darker they were.
I’m a fun-loving foster and adoptive mom juggling a teenager, a tween, and a toddler, all while navigating the wild world of homeschooling. I recently took the plunge and moved to a new state without ever setting foot there—talk about an adventure! This is my real-life story, filled with chaos and joy. My mission? To swap out traditional products and pharmaceuticals for healthier, natural options for my family. Oh, and I really miss writing, so I'm excited to weave that back into my life!
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Lol, too funny. I like this.
When I was pregnant with my son, my daughther (who was almost 2) was convinced her baby brother was coming from Wal-Mart.
:D I didn't argue.
LOL! How cute!!!
LOL!!!
If only it were that easy :)
Hee hee. How cute! =D
Lol, Dawn! At least they have good deals there:)
So funny...
I moved to America when I was 8. My Mum and Step-Dad bought a hotel. Yes, we lived in an apartment in the bottom floor and I helped clean the rooms and make the beds...I find this really funny because I'm wuite a bit older than you. :)
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