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... of a sugar high

Just wanted to share here that I think I may be addicted to sugar.  And I think I may need to do something about it.  But right now the conviction is not stronger than my desire is for ice cream every time I spend more than five minutes out in the Texas summer heat.  But there is some conviction and I'm hoping that it may be enough to at least help me reduce my daily sugar intake.  I'm thinking that it is going to have to start at the grocery store.  I am writing this here so that you can maybe help hold me to it: I will not buy ice cream, cookies, or chocolate things from the store any more.  I know there are other realms of sugar, but I think if I start there, I will be making some steps toward progress in weaning myself.

The sweetness of my two adorable children is a little too much to handle sometimes, as well.  I find myself wanting to just squish them they are so cute.  One time, my friend Hollie said I was so cute that she wanted to make me into a backpack and wear me around.  It was so random and weird that it stuck with me and now every time I think about someone being cute, I imagine them as a backpack.  Thanks, Hol.

Look at these faces:
Abram is learning to smile for the camera.

One of my favorite things: the baby stretch.

Grandpa Dan is here this weekend, enjoying something of the sweetness, himself.

Well, Abram just woke up from his nap.  We have a bulletin board of pictures of friends and family right next to his crib and I can hear him in there talking to everyone.  He just said "Papa!" and blew a kiss, which literally sounds like "Muah!" 

I'm telling you: sweetness.

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