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Trent 14, 8th Grade. Jared 12, 7th Grade. Derek 10, 5th Grade. Nicole 8, 3nd Grade. Love Keeps Growing More Love. Wednesday, August 15, 2012. I guess I need to bring you up to date on our families happenings. We have now been home with Sophie for 4 months. My how time flies! Lets me go back to April 19th the day we came home.
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Our Wonderful and crazy Family . . . My Fun and Busy LIfe. Saturday, August 07, 2010. OK, maybe its. I posted a blog 9 months ago! Know I need to do this more often. Seems like facebook and. Get much more of my attention these days. Not to mention actually spending time with these kids! That could be a full time job all by itself! But its fun to share whats been going on, too! I will try to do a better job! A few weeks ago. We had our 1st Annual Cousin Camp! She is a DOLL! She does some of the websi.CONTENT
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