{"id":14060,"date":"2017-12-20T08:00:14","date_gmt":"2017-12-20T13:00:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bluefootedmusings.com\/?p=14060"},"modified":"2018-03-26T09:09:24","modified_gmt":"2018-03-26T14:09:24","slug":"stories-from-2017","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/bluefootedmusings.com\/?p=14060","title":{"rendered":"Stories from 2017"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Dear Kids,<\/p>\n<p>Here are some stories about you.<\/p>\n<p>Marshall went through a phase of thanking us for everything. For example, one day there was a turkey in the yard. I showed it to him, and afterward he solemnly said, &#8220;Thank you for telling me about the turkey, Mommy.&#8221; He thanked me for everyday things, such as doing the laundry, and he thanked Daddy for mowing the lawn. It was sweet.<\/p>\n<p>Livia loves to make books. I find them randomly strewn all over the house. Some of them are coloring books. Some are sequels to her favorite books by other authors (for example, &#8220;Big Bubble 2&#8221; was floating around for a while). And some of them are stories that she wrote and illustrated for herself, such as &#8220;Cat Girl.&#8221; She doesn&#8217;t always finish them, sadly, and some of them are rather dangerously stapled, but I treasure them all. I am absolutely blown away by her creativity and her passion for making art.<\/p>\n<p>Marshall always says, &#8220;I love you more than you love me.&#8221; I always reply, &#8220;Not possible.&#8221; Then he says, &#8220;And don&#8217;t say that it&#8217;s not possible, because I do love you more than you love me.&#8221; This argument sometimes goes on for a while. One thing is for sure: there&#8217;s a lot of love in this house!<\/p>\n<p>Love,<\/p>\n<p>Mom<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Dear Kids, Here are some stories about you. Marshall went through a phase of thanking us for everything. For example, one day there was a turkey in the yard. I showed it to him, and afterward he solemnly said, &#8220;Thank &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/bluefootedmusings.com\/?p=14060\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[348,243],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/bluefootedmusings.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14060"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/bluefootedmusings.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/bluefootedmusings.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bluefootedmusings.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bluefootedmusings.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=14060"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"http:\/\/bluefootedmusings.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14060\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14067,"href":"http:\/\/bluefootedmusings.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14060\/revisions\/14067"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/bluefootedmusings.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=14060"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bluefootedmusings.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=14060"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bluefootedmusings.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=14060"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}