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  1. Every year we go to Irons and for some reason I have it in my head that it will be our fun family tradition. But it’s NEVER been what I thought, Bombed by a poop(I mean everywhere), lots of whiney children, and sweating when it’s chilly outside…. At least we got away with some pictures that look like it was fun and some apples! We’ll try again till we get it right!! I feel like Clark Griswold, “were gonna be the jolliest —– on this side of the nuthouse! Hallelujah!”

  2. Mine (an almost-3) is a talker as well. I really noticed this today when I went to the grocery store without him (!). It was quiet, which I expected, but more than that, *I* was quiet. Not only didn’t I have to listen to him, I didn’t have to respond to every. single. one. of his 10,000 questions/statements. Every minute. It was nice to rest my ears my voice for a bit!

    And the pictures do look like a lovely time was had by all!

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