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Not Me! Monday



I've been on a Not Me! Monday hiatus...a sabbatical. But, I'm back in the saddle today! Check it out, over at MckMama's place, and find some more Not Me! Mondayers!!

I did not lose my mind...certifiably, or uncertifiably, and decide to have a "tie-dye" birthday party for my eight year old daughter. Miss E. and her 6 friends did not nearly drive me to the nut house...nearly. Tie-dye? Great fun...but 7 eight year old girls? I did not find myself utterly annoyed with the majority of the children in attendance...oh, no, Not Me! Miss Patience herself!

I did not whip up a batch of salsa so yummy, I impressed even myself! Our garden is not overflowing with tomatoes, and I am so unsure of what to do with said tomatoes that I just did not throw it together. Me, Martha Stewart? No, not me!!

Tiny girl enjoys asserting her independence, verbally and physically. She roams the house like it's nobody's business. I did not, find myself asking Mr. Wonderful many times over the weekend, "Where's Tiny Girl?"...only to find her gazing out the door in the shop, or in her room, or in her brother's room, or in our room...uh, uh...I always know where my children are...every. single. minute.

Happy Not Me! Monday, friends! Hope you enjoy!

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  1. Tiny girl is definatly testing you :o Hope you recover from the party this week :)
    Happy Monday!
    ~Elyse

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  2. Sounds like you have a busy Tiny girl on your hands!

    Glad you survived the party!! You have a whole year to not do it again, or at least to not remember how terrible it was the first time...hopefully your other kiddos will not want the same type of party...uh oh.

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  3. Oh dear, I'm going to pass out at the thought of a tye dye party. Kudos to you for going for it though!

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  4. I think God created the toddler years to teach us to ask for strength. I DO EVERY DAY.....LOL

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