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Hi there! My name is Miranda. I have been married for 15 years and have 4 beautiful children. I blog about our family life, homeschooling, silly times, raising a daughter with a physical disability, homesteading and I LOVE taking pictures of it all!
Living life as an Italian wife married to her Irish husband. Mom of a beautiful toddler girl, handsome baby boy, and my furbaby English Bulldog. Blogging my way through my sacrastic lense of lifehood, wifeyhood, and craftyness!
I'm a Kindergarten teacher by day, and a mommy to two little ones by night. I am a part time photographer and I love sharing tips on how to best capture your family in photographs. I love posting DIY projects, and hope to post about giveaways soon. My b
I'm a cloth diapering, breast feeding, family oriented, craft loving, fun on a budget kind of woman. I believe we should live, laugh, love, celebrate, & make our own magic wherever we can. Life is short, so find & appreciate your blessings.
I blog b/c I love to share my life with others hoping to inspire, encourage and make lagugh those who read it. I am a daughter, wife, mommy, and friend who seeks to walk daily with Christ. I will never claim to be perfect but with God all things are possi
Follow the life of Buddy, [Michigan recipient of an iPad from A4cwsn.com] a 12 year old boy with Rubinstein-Taybi Syndrome, also known as RTS, we hope our blog will help other families of Rubinstein-Taybi Syndrome Children.
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As mothers, we all know that our life is filled with moments of drama which tend to define each and every day. Whether buried under piles of bills, attempting to hear ourselves think, or even being caught off guard by a child who couldn't get to her potty