Poor Foster . He’s always been a little high strung: refusing to go outside on Independence Day , hiding under the bed when a three year old girl visits, climbing into our arms during a thunderstorm. You know, the usual. Those things come and go, and we’ve taken them all in stride. Until...

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The best of intentions. I know it’s cliché, but we had the best of intentions to keep our family and friends updated with the day-to-day details of our move to the Pacific Northwest. We even had aspirations to blog our trials and tribulations in near real time , allowing our loved ones to...

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