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“Cuiquee” (pronounced quee-quee) is my daughter’s word she made up to refer to me.
This is the life and times of me, Cuiquee.

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Too much… then nothing at all…

The holidays came and went, and I posted nothing on my blog. They weren’t bad, just sort of there. There were beautiful moments, boring moments, and moments in between. But nothing that I wanted to share with the world – just my own private little moments of joyous festivities, family, friends, and fearing the weather…

Hope amongst Strangers and Villains…

Disappointment and pain amongst friends.. A coworker mentioned they were feeling sick. Two days later I messaged them that I hoped they were feeling better. Later, in conversation, I mentioned that I was not a fan of large public outings, and she seemed surprised that I would be against being around people. She pointed out…

The pain of the pressure. The battle of the bathroom.

Tiny human is three years old. She is smart, quick, clever, tall, active, inquisitive, and beautiful. But she refuses to potty train. When I use the word “refuse” it is not with exaggeration. She knows how to hold it when she has to. She knows how to pull down the training paints. She knows how…

Spain

Tiny and I took a leap and a risk and visited her grandparents in Spain! It was terrifying (cooties and all), exhausting as hell, fun, stressful, and everything in between! It was Tiny’s first flight and it was a LONG one. She took it like a champ both ways. Overall, a success for Tiny!


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