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Just to answer a few questions left on my previous few posts:

1.) We do have another vet who fills in for us while we're away. He is actually the one who built the practice back in 1982 so he knows everything there is to know on how to run it. He even still works for us on Wednesdays so we can get that day off since we work on Saturday. Plus, he was my family vet growing up which is an extra bonus.

2.) The two kid thing. Yep, hardest thing I've ever done. My heart is sooo torn all the time. It's every single day that I'm nursing Graham and Paisley says in the sweetest little voice, "play with me"... Try to tell her no. You'd have to be the world's suckiest human being.

So I try my hardest but at this point I feel like Graham gets 75% and she gets 25%. And I hate that. Yeah, my mom and Aaron fill in the gaps by playing extra hat with her but I miss US!!!

Thanks for all the support on my previous post. Misery loves company and it turns out I'm not alone... :)

3.) Swim diapers are R-I-D-I-C-U-L-O-U-S!!! I trusted that they would hold in urine because why wouldn't they. But they DO NOT, I can assure you. We found this out while at a very nice dinner in the formal dining area of our cruise ship. Hmm, why is liquid streaming down our child's leg? Ohhhhhh....

And then again in the Dominican while we were having lunch in the outdoor cafe and urine came streaming from her swimsuit onto the wonderfully loud tile floor. This wasn't my first rodeo so I just slipped a pool towel beneath her and pretended nothing was happening....

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  1. I would like to thank you for saving me from ever buying swim diapers lol

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