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Dear John

Since You are gone for a week I will write diary style to make sure I didn't forget things we did and things Allison said. 

Dear John, 
After I picked her up from school we got home and she opened her package from CaliGram. Check out these 'tiger teeth.' 

Then we decided we wanted to have a picnic style dinner. 
It wasn't the most comfortable seating for dinner but super fun.  We listened music and Allison danced to the happy and back to the future songs. She talked about how we we're Marty and Doc for  Halloween last year. 
Caligrams package got us in the mood to take out the Halloween totes! This is where the real action begins! 
 
I scored on after Halloween sales last year and found this gem! Thanks to Ashley, we found this 'Kapow' sign. She ran around feeling like super hero for a while. 
Then we watched Frozen and cuddled up in the pink blanket ( since the big one is a family blanket and daddy isn't here so..) 

She saved the last grape for you like always...
Allison got toothpaste on her upper lip and I said it looked like a mustache. We decided this looks even better...
Super funny that Allison's has those two round bristles and it looks like she has buck teeth!!! Lol

A great day followed by sleeping in Mommy's bed! 
 
I will tell you I had a big 'win' with a student named Preston who has had a hard life and been quite aloof. I was able to catch him being really good and I got down to his level and told how proud I was and he wrapped his arms around me and looked so grateful and sublimely happy. I melted. 

LoMiss you, 
Kristin and Allison 


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