Runny nose and stuff...

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Wednesday all ready how time flies. Halloween was very nice with the children. Missi the middle child invited about 10 of her friends over prior to trick or treating and I truly enjoyed their company. She and her friends are the "smart, quirky" kids. I picture them as the ones you dont necessarily notice in high school but wehn these kids hit college man look out they will hit their stride. Smart, sharp, witty, unshaken by their differences. I love that in people. Have you met people that hit their prime already and now they are just hanging on. Whether they were HS athletes, or whatever. That is not this crowd. Allie my older daughter has friends that have hit their prime or are already in them. One in particular. She is so wrapped up in the HS drama that the college life I believe will just swallow her up. Allie will hit her stride Im thinking after college. In the work world and probably late twenties early thirties. She is just exceptionally pretty. I am not bragging or anything maybe a little but truly she is gorgeous and I think people judge her first. She needs to be comfortable in her skin and still prove her brains are in tact.
Jack is just Jack. I am hoping he gets his daddy's intelligence, and quick thinking but more of my temperment. Jack wanted to climb the stairs today and I told him No Jack No NO NO. removed him and he kicked, cried and went directly back. looked at me smiled and headed back up the stairs. three times we did this until he got that it was a no no no. What a boy. He is not a quitter. candy wrappers not mine but missis by the computer hmmmmm

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