Is there anything better than relaxing in your hammock on a warm, breezy evening, hearing your baby girl laugh and pretend to fight off bad guys? I don't think so. Luckily, that's just what I got over the weekend. On Sunday, my husband surprised me with a visit to Knoxville and McKay's , a favorite used book store of mine. As I glanced through the shelves, mostly for my school library, Izzy would not stop talking about a holiday Barbie from 2001. I kept saying, "We came here for books, not dolls!" Nevertheless, she persisted...straight to her daddy...who gave in...quickly and unflinchingly. Is that even a word? Now, I have glitter decorating the back seat of my car. How do I clean up ALL the glitter? Anybody know? If you find out, let me know. Once we made it home, we spent the rest of the evening outside just because it was too nice to be indoors. A few weeks ago, I managed to snag a heck of a deal on a per...
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