Last weekend, we had a great time hanging out with aunts and uncles and cousins and grandparents when a big crew came to visit and see the Hill Cumorah Pageant. It was so much fun having everyone here, so when departure time came, I was sad to see them go.
But, as it turns out, my visitors left me a little something to remember them by. That's right. Since his cousins' visit, Sam no longer calls me Schmiana. Now I'm Aunt Schmiana.
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Oh Sammy, you make me laugh! Thank you so much for sharing your house with us. We had a great time.
We had that same thing happen last summer when we were in Idaho. Ainsley started calling Man, Uncle Man while her cousin Kamden started calling her own father, Uncle Brock. To funny!!
Hey there! I found your link from Lindsey's blog. Your kids are ADORABLE- you've already caught up to us- we have 2 boys. It's just fun to read your posts. You have such a great sense of humor. I'll have to get your email from Lins so I can invite you to my blog :-) (doesn't that make you feel special?) -Tara Hatt
Sounds like it was a great time. While ya'll were having fun in NY, we were having fun in IA and wishing ya'll were still there! I'd love to have seen you and your beautiful family!
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