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From the Inside Out The journey of my family, while my boys recover from Autism. And a mommy who finds herself again.

The journey of my family, while my boys recover from Autism. And a mommy who finds herself again.

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Petals From The Garden

April 27, 2011 by Bethany. I have a tendency to put my children ahead of myself and sacrifice everything for them. One notion that has always made me nervous is the love yourself mentality.

Chasing God and our Kids.

depends on how much time I have. Wednesday, August 31, 2011. Wednesday, August 24, 2011.

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The Massmans Our busy life

Wednesday, February 15, 2012. She donated 9 inches of her hair to the Pantene Beautiful Lengths Program. Friday, December 30, 2011. We spent Christmas in Newcastle again this year. The weather was unseasonably warm and not so much of a white Christmas. We had a great weekend with family. Thursday, December 1, 2011. I am uploading recipes and pictures often to this new blog.

t i w s t e d d o o d e l s

-courtesy of pen, pencil, and MS Paint. Thursday, February 22, 2007. Yes, i finally doodled again after a looong. And now, this here is. Christmas to one and all! Friday, March 03, 2006. Done one lonely night alone in my bunk. Thursday, November 25, 2004.

The memories

Sunday, April 28, 2013. Friday, March 29, 2013. Wednesday, December 12, 2012. I hope I still can enjoy Christmas with my friends and family. What else is there to update. Did I mention I was learning russian? Here goes, aroun.

The different path we took, the common place we meet.

Tuesday, December 29, 2009. Thank you Steph, for the username pw xD. Heading off to Penang first tomorrow morning. My mum is nagging me now. Friday, June 26, 2009.

Ach, Bankea !

Uns stand der Sinn nach mehr, aber wir schlugen nur die Zeit tot.