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I'm a mid-twenties SAHM/part-time photographer currently living in Chicago. My husband is from Poland, my son was born in April of 2010, and I'm LDS. I write frequently about parenting, adventures in the kitchen, my faith, and photography. I post daily because I love checking my inbox for new comments, so please take a moment to say hello!
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November 27th, 2009 on 6:55 am
We also have separate sheets/blankets in bed. So glad we’re not the only ones! I’m convinced it’s the reason we’re still speaking after a year and a half of marriage.
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November 27th, 2009 on 9:40 am
Ok, now you’re officially pregnant: tums come higher on your grateful list than friends.
And I have been thinking about those seperate sheets a lot lately, but my husband is too snuggly… he would steal my blankets in an attempt to get close, and would probably run me off the bed in the process. I woke up the other day with about 8 inches left to me and my about-ready-to-pop belly.
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Cécy Reply:
November 27th, 2009 at 11:32 am
You need to sew together two sets of sheets
If it’s about different warmth level I also saw at Ik*a (the swedish store) a comforter where each side has a different warmth level.
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November 27th, 2009 on 11:33 am
I love that at Thanksgiving we take the time to stop and look at our lives and be thankful. With the economy the way it is I feel even more thankful at little things I would usually consider for granted.
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November 28th, 2009 on 10:06 am
Separate sheets really? I need to have cuddles and for him to warm me up, because I’m inevitably colder than an ice cube when I go to bed.
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