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<\/a><\/p>\nIf nothing else, all this sadness lately has made me realize that it so important to live each day to the fullest- and love the people around you in a big big way.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I LOVE vintage Little People. They are just so much more fun than the new stuff. I love this barn, with the doors that MOO. Last night Eva was losing it before bedtime. We spent the entire day at the pool, and she skipped her nap. She swims like a fish and was so very tired. I pulled out the Little People and she was happy again. I still feel as if summer is slipping by and I am spinning my wheels in a never-ending funk. I am sitting here about to take Austin to another memorial service of yet another dad that recently passed away suddenly, this time in a freak accident. I’m sad. This is a friend that Austin has had since he was two. I don’t understand what is going on. How quickly life changes. This was supposed to be a post about Little People but I can’t seem to put on a happy face and pretend it is all ok. I’m tired of feeling sad. Of worrying about my kids (three of which, like usual, got very sick on our Texas trip). Every time I have let my guard down the past few months something bad happens again. Hence my blog funk. And general funk. I’m want to feel better, to have fun with my kids. To stop worrying about when the next bomb is gonna drop. If nothing else, all this sadness lately has made me realize that it so important to live each day to the fullest- and love the people around you in a big big way.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":5838,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5832","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-life"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/07\/IMG_4507copy.jpg","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5832","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5832"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5832\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":18985,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5832\/revisions\/18985"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/5838"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5832"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5832"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5832"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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