Fate is an ironic bastard…

Fate is an ironic bastard at times. It took a while for us to notice the signs of twin girl’s diabetes, we put the excessive bed wetting down to the …

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Turning Seven…. ~ Northernmum

Seven! I am not quite sure how that crept up on us. Seven sounds really old, it doesn’t have the still babyish connotations of six instead it sounds like it …

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