Rowbedes: 1.2
My third year of the boarding school was hectic. I didn't realize I would be overwhelmed with 4 children like I was.
Rogie and Ron got on great. They quickly became best friends.
Gary was still my shy child and spent a lot of time under my coat tails.
I was always a really good cook but this 3rd year I knew I was a professional. I could probably get a job in a kitchen somewhere. Maybe if I hired someone to help me I would get a job in the kitchen but that dream was far away.
"Mom guess what?" ....
The conversation for breakfast was always pleasant and I was so happy this was my life. My dreams of being a chef far behind me.
"Can we watch something other then sports? This is boring."
"SHHHHH."
"URGGG"
The year ended with Tiny's birthday. I couldn't believe she was a teenager.
She grew up beautifully and everyone cheered for her.
Much like I thought she grew up wanting to know everything she could about everything.
I didn't take a lot of pictures of this time. The 3rd year was rough on us all. Here is to a grand year for the 4th.
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