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I suppose I'm a copycat as well. Story of my life. C'est la vie.

Where do I begin? Well, last March, Josh and I bought our very first home. It's a pretty big deal to us. We had been dreaming of home ownership since we first moved in together. I love our house and I love decorating/painting. Which is lucky for Josh because he hates painting.

The kids and I joined the Episcopal church here in town. They love it and I am liking it, too. It's an older congregation and I have a feeling I might be the youngest adult there, but they have been very friendly and welcoming. I am still not very good about going every Sunday, but I am trying. At times I feel like I am missing something in life and am trying to figure out if that something is God. I'm still working on it.

The kids are doing well. I'll start with my oldest.

Maddie is an extremely opinionated almost 7yo. I think she looks and acts a lot like my sister, Kate. She is incredibly smart, stubborn, beautiful, and thinks she is so much older than she really is. She is also still pretty petite. Go figure.

Charlie*sigh* He's a toughie. I'm worried about some of his behaviors and am looking into having him tested for bi-polar or Asperger's syndrome. My heart breaks when he acts out and can't seem to control himself. Other than that, he is a lover, big time. He is still mah boy and he'll be the first to tell you that, too. He is really into space, dinosaurs, and super heroes(still!) so he is a pretty typical 5.5yo little boy. He is learning to read. Well, he is supposed to be, but I think he is memorizing the books and then just repeating them to us. I plan on talking to his teacher soon. Bub has the most amazing memory.

And my baby, Trina. Ah, Trina. I'm so glad she's my last. I'm told she acts just like I did as a child. Lucky, lucky, lucky me. She is so independent it's not even funny. She is a very social kid and wants to go to school, high school to be exact, so very badly. Oh, and she is never, ever wrong. Nope, not Trina. SHe will be 4 in April and that makes part of me very sad. But then she whines and I get over it.

As for me, well, I'm getting by. I'm having a tough time in this town. I want to like it here, but I don't. I've yet to meet any like minded moms, they are either the kind that are full blown makeup and heels type, or white trashy who don't give a damn where their kids are type. I'm neither.