ha! looks like Kaias handy work. I hear music and see she's turned it on, on the computer. I go to my photos and there's plenty of her legs, the computer, the house.
There's two to wash, There's two to dry; There's two who argue, There's two who cry. One's in the mud, Having a ball; The other holds a crayon... Another marked wall. Some days seem endless, My patience grows thin. Why did God choose me To be a mother of twins? The answer comes clear- At the end of the day, As I tuck them in bed And to myself I say... There's two to kiss, There's two to hug; And best of all, Thank You, God, for two to love.
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NEVER!!! =)
OH NO, now they have figured out how to take pictures as well as make wake-up phone calls. I'm afraid to know what comes next???
ha! looks like Kaias handy work. I hear music and see she's turned it on, on the computer. I go to my photos and there's plenty of her legs, the computer, the house.
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