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One of my favourite series of books as a child was the Fudge series by Judy Blume. Superfudge was a precocious little boy with a penchant for big words. He drove his older brother crazy and then got annoyed when his parents gave him a little sister and they called here Tootsie.

Anyway, Fudge got annoyed with Tootsie as all older siblings get with new additions and stuck supermarket stamps all over her in an attempt to trade her for something better.

Evan was home from school today because of a mysterious midnight puking session last night. He drove me crazy because he was bored and nothing I did for him entertained him or engaged him enough. My only time out from putting out fires between him and his sister (who also spent a better part of last night puking) was when I went off to feed Muffin.

Times like that, I totally miss my quiet moments with Muffin who is unassuming, charming, chatty and guilelessly smiley. It takes no effort to be with him. Of course, with the older two at home and wanting to claim Mommy, that peace was quickly destroyed.

Evan got hold of some stickers and plastered a whole lot on himself. When he ran out of space on his own canvas, he decided his little brother's body needed some as well. I chuckled because it reminded me of Fudge and Evan is such a Fudge! Big words, smart mouth and middle child.



















Thankfully Muffin thought it was quite funny too and kept trying to eat Evan's fingers.

If you look very closely at the first photo, you see Jordan tunneling her way through under my knees.

Children are a joy and are funny. But after a morning like that, I feel like doing a fire sale. Everyone must go.

Anyone wants any of them?


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