I've been absent for a while. Only checking in when I can. We haven't had a consistent connection to the internet for a while now, so it's been hard to update despite all the pictures I want to post. In addition to that, I wanted to change my layout and do things to my template that I didn't know how to do. So, learning to do those things and doing them also has made it hard to check in. But, rest assured, I'll be updating a little bit more now that everything seems to have slowed down a little bit. I can't wait to show you what my latest project was (another reason I've been absent).
Today I was sifting through all the clothing and pulling out clothes that were stained and torn, as well as clothing the children had outgrown. There was a huge pile of clothing to sort through, and an ever growing pile of clothes to donate. At one point, I pulled out a pink t-shirt and asked, "Whose is this?" Someone said it was Maryanne's, which couldn't have been true because it was a size 8. It wasn't her color anyway ... So I tossed it in the donate pile. (In hind sight, I now think my mom gave it to Maryanne for Christmas, and she said that she wasn't sure what size to get for Maryanne. Whoops on my part.) That's when Adam exclaimed that he wanted a pink shirt. Other children chimed in with, "It is his color." (Referring to his Dressing Your Truth type.) Adam bolted toward the donate pile and seized the shirt, promptly pulling it over his head and the collared shirt he had on. (Later he removed the collared shirt, after much cajoling from ...
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