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Maybe it’s the magnitude of deeply significant events.  Could be my complete lack of mental capacity.  Maybe I’m finally manifesting the negative consequences of poor choices at an earlier age.  Or maybe I’m just forgetful.

The raccoons, Zander and Zella, turned four years old yesterday.  Four.  Years.  Old!  Customarily on each childs’ birthday  we recount the day of their birth.  The details surrounding how each child came screaming into the world.  The kids love it, so much so that the stories are often repeated throughout the year.

I should be able to recount the twins’ birth with ease.  A multiple birth after having been through multiple births should stand out.  And yet I have great difficulty doing just that.

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“Dad!  Dad!  There’s a noise!  We heard a noise upstairs!”

The twins, bright eyed and animated as ever came running into the kitchen.  They clutched my legs, trembling.

“What do you think it was?”

(I knew exactly what it was.  I had overloaded the washing machine—again—and as it tried to start it’s spin cycle began to shake pretty strongly.)

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Something caught my eye when I was looking at the picture of Zella I used for yesterday’s post.  Anyone else happen to notice her outfit?

Yeah, that’s right.  My little girl was rocking a striped shirt with polka dot pants.  Because in addition to being a computer whiz at the tender age of three she also dresses herself.  I take solace in the fact that at least the base color of each garment matched.

Though she was probably wearing white shoes.

4 + 4 =

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What a difference a year makes!

Not to worry.  This is not one of those sappy reflective posts where I recount the milestones of the year gone by and look longingly and hopeful to the year ahead.

Rather, I just happened to snap a photo of Abbey and Rusty surveying their kingdom as the kids were enjoying the snow earlier this week.

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