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Star Wars storywalk

Dear Js,
This has been a crazy year. We had a ‘war room’ for the last few months, chasing after an aggressive goal. All that hard work. No financial reward as yet. Just experience and scars.
Outside of work, I have killed Secret Campfire. And

Like a one-legged man in an ass- kicking contest

Dear Js,
I wrote a whole bunch of stuff over the last two weeks. But for some reason it got deleted. Serves me right for trusting a web-based text box again. I feel like Sisyphus. Like someone rolling a rock up a long hill, then

Whatever

Dear Js,
Mama sent her first newsletter to all her past clients, as well as moms who signed up at her group! I knew something was up when she rummaged through all her bags and nooks for scraps of paper she wrote emails on. She

First swimming pool (+a new business is born)

Dear Js,
(I’m going to apologize up front, in case you were expecting some cool pictures or videos of us at the pool. Cameras, water, children and concerned/suspicious parents just don’t mix.)
We’ve been struggling to get back into the routine after Abu left. Mama’s

“When a rock is aimed at you, no umbrella can protect you”

Dear Js,
Mama and I had our first adult night out in a few years. Abu covered for us. Mama said, “I feel like a teenager, just that instead of sneaking away from my parents I’m sneaking away from my children XD. Oh goodness, after

New school, new adventures

Dear Js,
It was J’s first week at Bing. Abu is here to help with the transition. It hasn’t quite been the vacation we hoped for. j still nurses, and she won’t let Abu near her, let alone feed her with a bottle. So gone

Mama’s hero week

Dear Js,
The letter today will be mostly about mama. I know, what a relief, right? Yea yea, I get tired of me too.
Anyway, we pulled you from your daycare ~2 weeks ago. Mama wanted you home before your new school started to have

The misadventures of the poo train

Dear Js,
So I haven’t figured out how to get you to poo. But I did somewhat figure out how to get you to agree to laxatives. You kept delaying, saying I’ll make it after dinner. I’ll go tomorrow. I’ll do it after bath time.

Work buys happiness (audio evidence)

Dear Js,
It’s not easy being a stay-at-home parent. I feel it the days mama leaves me with you two when she works. But at least I get a break. Mama does it more or less full-time. If you ask me, it’s kinda like swimming

You need feelings to make straight choices

Dear Js,
This beer. It’s not working. Not tipsy enough. I’m fetching another. The first one was my Friday beer. The next one is my celebration beer.
Why? Because I kicked ass today. Mama did too, but I’ll do me first this time, then her,