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About a month ago, Noah and I moved to be closer to other seminary families. It didn't take long before we realized that the mud hole close to our door was going to be a major problem. It was gross and my friend, Aimee, who helped move us, stepped in it once (although there were many "almost" times). It was funny, but I knew that my time to fall in was quickly approaching! The neighborhood kids loved this hole, and they played in it with sticks everyday. This didn't bother us. In fact, we enjoyed having everyone around until the rain came. When it rained the mud that had been pushed on the sidewalk by the kids became wet and found its way into our house when we would come inside. Noah worked so hard for me and filled in the hole with sand, etc. to get it not to form. It took so long that he is still trying to regroup to do the opposite side! Here are some pics of that fun event. Walt helped daddy by playing with the sand and eating some too!





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  1. Hi. I've been following your blog for a while now. I started reading when your sweet Magdelena was born. I am inspired by your story. I have a friend who recently lost her baby hours after her birth, and I came back to your blog during that to gain perspective and for advice. I am also friends with a mutual friend of your sister's (I think I got that right! Ha!) It looks like you have moved into the seminary apartments. My sister and her husband live there as well. Small world! :) They love it, and I know you will too. Thanks for sharing your story!

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  2. Thanks, Megan!Let me know if I can help in anyway!

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