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Wednesday, Thursday, Friday

 Wednesday morning while it was still dark I dropped off Allison to the neighbors. She was more excited I think to be able to ride in the car and drive across the street without getting her car seat anything else. When I picked her up from school we went straight shopping for aunt Jill's birthday guest. After picking out chip clips, elephant napkins and things like that we went to Clam lake and had a nice dinner with mom dad Mom, and aunt Jill. Then the party moved to our house where the cake that grandma and Allison made was there chocolate pudding and chocolate cake with whipped cream and of course blue sprinkles for aunt Jill's favorite color. Great night after everyone left I felt like I may or may not have had too much wine. And by too much I mean two glasses. Whatever. 
Oct. 23rd-
Thursday mom came To watch Allison so I could go to my appointment. The appointment went well and it was actually nice to have part of a mommy and me day like we used to for the rest of the afternoon. We decorated for Halloween, we wrapped the gifts, we sent packages, we went shopping, we had a great old time. We ended a fun day with watching home alone two lost in New York and Allison was able to sleep in my bed for the Second time since you've been gone.
 Here's Allison holding up her little sign wishing that you were there at dinner she made it all by herself. 


October 24th- 
So excited to see you tonight!!! It was the most stressful day with absolutely wild kids!!
I'm so overwhelmed having been a 'single mom' for a week and not getting to stay late at all the week before conferences. We met baby Jackson. He's so sweet! 

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