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Can I Sell Them?

Items as is....

One precocious girl child, 2007 model
Adept at drama, back talking, screaming, stomping, slamming doors, crying at will, lying and a little heavy on mileage in the not listening department.
She is somewhat of a hoarder and can destroy a room in seconds.
Very skilled at hugs, kisses and playing with her brothers. Oh! And she can crack an egg.

As an added bonus with the purchase of girl child you can have:
Two boy children, 2010 models.
Adept at mimicking anyone and everyone, crying, kicking, screaming and tackling. Oh. And climbing. Oh my gosh the climbing. On everything. Nothing is safe and anything can be used as a step stool.
Still in diapers and both eat more than the 5 year old girl child.
Very skilled at hugs, kisses, running and jumping.
Both are learning some words and will repeat whatever is said to them.
They both require snuggles, naps and laps to sit in as part of their daily maintenance.


*No silly's I'm not really going to sell my children. I may go hide in my bedroom and curl up into the fetal position.*

As you can tell, it's been a heck of a day already. I am more than ready for nap time! Olivia is really testing her limits lately. I'm not sure I'm handling it as calmly as I should be. Honestly, other than locking her in her room for the rest of her life I'm at a total loss as to what to do. Carter woke up in a terrible no good foul mood today and has proceeded to remain that way. Owen is currently crawling around on the floor quacking at the dogs. I think he's confused. The dogs are really confused. Thank goodness he's been in a decent mood today at least.

The pictures were taken last night at dinner. Olivia was making silly faces. Then the Dudes started copying her. It was entertaining.

Well, someone is crying again. It's almost nap time. I'm going to regroup. Breathe. Remind myself that this is temporary and a few short years from now they won't be little and all this will be a blurry memory.

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