I am forced to post: my first two Instagrams: Grandma shovels food into toddler; train rumbles past Wasilla's most desirable condominiums

Dammit. I don't know. I am only supposed to post on Wednesdays, but then

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Happy birthday to me! Happy birthday to me! Happy birthday dear Billy, happy birthday to me!

Jobe ambushes the candles before the cake can reach me. He snuffs three

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With the aid of a cat, a duck family and birthday candles, I explain why I am blogging when I am not blogging

The duck family, a few days older. My, how those lings

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Sweltering! 92 degrees right here in Wasilla, Alaska! (I'm going to take a break from this blog for awhile now)

I decided I might as well stop briefly in the parking lot but it was full. Not a parking space to be

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A pirate came to our house on a scorching hot Father's Day (at least one more post still to come in Katie John series)

Kalib came out as a pirate. He scanned a distant ship as Jobe oared their own pirate ship towards one

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