I’m a planner.  And a list maker.  Always have been, I guess.  I would irritate my parents with my endless questions of, “But when?” and, “How long?”  Call it cognitive inflexibility if you’d like, but specifics make me happy.  That’s what this blog is.  It’s my plan, written down.  Our plan, actually.  Myself, my husband, the boy, and the girl.  Well, as much as a preschooler and a toddler can consent to a plan.

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