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Top 10 Top 10 Lists for Families

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We all love Top 10 lists. 

Perhaps its from years of watching Letterman.  Perhaps it started earlier with memorizing the 10 commandments.    No matter the reason there is a definate obscession with Top 10 lists.  Google any topic along side “Top Ten list of…” and you will get some sort of hit.   But wait, don’t go try it now I’ve done all the work for you. In a minute you will see the Top 10 Top 10 lists for Families – FREE.

Every parent can benefit from this post. These lists will improve your parenting skills by restoring the areas in your brain that previously produced rational thought but are no longer functioning. Those late night feedings, midnight runs to Wal-Mart and those early morning marathons to the bus stop have taken their toll on your body and your mind.

Stop crying. You are not alone and there is hope. Even if you have been in “the parent fog” for the past 2, 4 or 24 years you can regain control of your life. Just open, read, save, print and share this link. (After all, you do know other parents who would benefit from this compilation.)

When your done reading, you’ll understand more about raising boys and how to deal with the little girls in your life. You’ll know where to take the entire family out to eat and how to cook a fantastic meal at home the other 364 days of the year.

You will get great ideas for your annual stay-cation. (Remember how the last vacation turned out?) You will need these ideas for the next several years. By then you’ll think the kids have grown up enough to go back to Disney Land. (You’ll need this list again, hang onto it.)

Since your iPad has become your kids best friend and your most reliable babysitter, I’ve included the top ten list of electronics rules for kids.

Stay at home parents are an exceptional group of people. They are the ones doing the toughest parenting job on the planet. The rest of us commend you and are actually a little bit afraid of you. We have not figured out how you haven’t gone totally insane without escaping for 9 hours a day. There is a special place in heaven and a special list here just for you.

We all know that raising a family is expensive. Weather you say home or go to work outside the home there is never enough money. You love your kids, but they drain your finances. Since You don’t want little Johnny to have crooked teeth all his life, check our the list for saving money while raising a family.

Finally – in case you never got around to memorizing those 10 commandments- a family friendly version you can start memorizing with your kids today.

Happy reading. (Go ahead scroll all the way down and share this on your face book page. You know the kids will interrupt you or you will fall asleep before you finish.)

Top 10 Top 10 Lists for Families.

1. Top 10 things moms of boys must do.

2. Top 10 tips for raising girls. 

3. Top 10 Family Friendly Restaurants.

4. Top 10 Family Meals.

5. Top 10 Staycation Ideas for Families 

6. Top 10 “Family Rules”.

7. Top 10 Rules for kids with an iPad (or any other electronic device.)

8. Top 10 Tips for the Stay-at-Home Parent

9. Top 10 Tips for Saving Money.

10. The ultimate Top 10 list – The 10 commandments – Family version


Not Your Typical Mission Trip Essay – Conclusion (Part 3)

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Day 2 

5:30 a.m.  – I roll over to turn off the alarm.  Dang it, The Ring leader is already up.  She is standing next to my bed, staring at me with her big green eyes.  She is frowning and says “I miss Daddy already.”  How sweet.  I give her a big hug and kiss and reassure her that Daddy will be home soon.  (I silently pray that Daddy will be home soon.)  I think about just how adorable she is.  I offer her the ipad and whisper to her “stay in the bed.  Do not wake the others.  Do not go into her bedroom to get dressed.  Do not make a sound and you can have the ipad all to yourself.”  She smiles and agrees; glad to have special privileges first thing in the morning.  I get into the shower smiling to myself about just how cunning I have been.  I feel empowered.

3 minutes in to the shower, head lathered, I heard a crash and screaming and laughing and running.  I emerge half rinsed to find water all over the bed, the night stand, the floor, the wall.  A fully clothed Ring Leader and buck naked Informer, jump from the bed and run screaming down the hall. The Boy continued jumping on “the trampoline”.  He explained to me that pillows don’t belong on trampolines; they had to be thrown off.  Also I should not put a glass of water next to the trampoline; it makes a big mess.  Steps 2 and 3 just went out the window.  (See I told you it wouldn’t make sense if you didn’t read the previous posts…..)

After stripping the bed, moving the nightstand, soaking up all the water that I could from the carpet and putting a fan on to dry the rest, I hid the pop-tarts, wrested The Informer into her clothes, scolded The Ring Leader for not staying quietly in my bed and fussed at Little Miss Independent for playing with that stupid iphone again before putting on her shoes!  We ran to the bus stop.  The driver sees us and takes pity on the crazy woman with soap in her hair, waving her arms, screaming at him to stop.  The other moms at the bus stop stare.  I stare back.

I strapped The Informer and The Boy into their 5 point restraint car seats so I could jump back in the shower and finish getting ready for work.  The entire drive to daycare I lectured.  I reminded them that my bed is not a trampoline.  I told them Daddy would be ashamed. I threatened them both within an inch of their lives if they hit, kicked, spit or looked cross eyed at a teacher today.  As we exited the van and walked into daycare, I asked them if they understood.  The Boy told me garbage trucks are big.  The Informer said she would be good if Ms. Angel was good, otherwise she was going to hit her.  I am not feeling empowered any more.

As any good planner knows, plans must be flexible – Introduction of Step 5 – Reinforcements.

Days 3 – 4

There’s a saying in the Fostering/adoption world:  adoption is not for sissies”.  I don’t think of myself as a sissy, but I am only 1 person and there are just so darn many of them.  I am not ashamed to admit that I needed reinforcements.  I called in one of my grown sons and his girlfriend for the weekend.  Two more adults helped re-establish a fair adult: child ratio.   This was extremely beneficial in preventing me from implementing Steps 6, 7 and 8. (I can’t post those details here or some do-gooder would definitely turn me in.)

A friend brought her daughter over for a play date on Saturday evening.  I’m pretty sure that within 10 minutes of being at the house, my kids had driven her bonkers.  I picked up on this when she said “I don’t know how you do this, your kids are driving me bonkers.  We need to send your son and his girlfriend to Liquor Barn for daiquiri mix”    – which I did.  (Don’t judge me.  Jesus turned water into wine.)

Days 5- 9

The Reinforcements left to go back to their quiet lives on Sunday night.  The second half of Mission Trip week went much better than the first.  I decided to relax my expectations and gave more control over to the kiddos.  I let The Ring Leader wear her winter boots to summer camp.  I decided that McDonald’s drive-thru biscuits were nutritious enough for breakfast. Happy meals were nutritious enough for dinner.  Daiquiris make momma sleep pretty good.

Basically, I surrendered.   That alone eliminated a lot of problems.

Although things improved, one evening went abnormally well.  The kids had their happy meal for dinner, stayed up an hour past bedtime watching a movie and climbed into their beds without first having a bath.  I went into each bedroom to tuck them in, say our prayers and kiss them goodnight.   I always go into The Boys room last.  I finished our routine and kissed his head.  He whispered, “Jesus told me in my heart that I have two thousand, two million, twenty two hairs on my head”.

“That’s a lot of hair” I said rubbing his noggin.

“It sure is” he said with a grin.  “And Jesus told me in my heart you need a BIG kiss”.  He reached those little arms up and wrapped them around my neck, giving me a big squeeze.   I decided they toys could stay on the living room floor for a little while longer.  There was time to lie down next to my baby and play our kissing game – fishy kiss, butterfly kiss, Eskimo kiss and puppy dog kiss.  When he was satisfied that he had given the right number of kisses, he rolled over a fell fast asleep.

Day 10 – Daddy’s return

Activity man and step-son returned safe and sound.  They are tired and hungry. They tell stories and show pictures; lots and lots of pictures.  Pictures of babies, kids playing, houses made of scrap metal and the beautiful countryside.

They tell stories of serving people, building houses and delivering food and clothes.  They tell about the food they ate and the friendships they’ve made.  Oh, and of course there was a long bus ride and diarrhea (there is always diarrhea).

The travelers have been changed by the experience – they usually are.  At least for a little while, before the routine of everyday life takes over and the euphoria fades.   Step-son has another year of high school before heading off to college.  Hopefully, he will consider this experience and remember that real satisfaction in life comes from relationships and helping other people and not from the newest tech-gadgets and expensive jeans.

This Mission Trip, I learned that a clean house and perfect kids are not required for happiness at home.  I learned that I can handle things by myself while hubby is away – but I don’t ever want to do it again.

Not your typical Mission Trip Essay (Part 2) – Surviving at home.

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Let me be honest, I knew things were not going to be easy with the hubby out of the country for 10 days. Having 4 kids under 9 – three of those being “our kids from hard places” is challenging even when both parents are under the same roof.  These three little bundles of joy can be conniving, defiant, spiteful, and oppositional defiant.  We don’t have the typical “kids will be kids” type of challenges.  No amount of talking, pleading, punishing or negotiating seems to work.  The challenges these kids present are much more complicated.  These kids are “those kids”, kids with attachment issues, kids with fears of abandonment, kids with ADHD and bipolar disorders.  Dealing with these kids is exhausting.   My husband and I have a “divide and conquer” technique that seems to keep us afloat most days. Other days can be hell -pure hell.

They have us outnumbered and have the advantage of youth.  This would seem to give them the upper hand.  They can create an atmosphere of confusion with their subatomic energy levels.  They use the “tag-team” approach; when one kid stops whining, demanding or throwing a tantrum the next takes over.  Think Chinese water torture.   They even manage to use this tactic during the night.  Every evening they get in a huddle and designate the evening intruder.  The intruder’s job is to wake up every hour and a half, climb into our bed and commence wiggling, twisting, turning and kicking our faces.  If this maneuver is unsuccessful at making us get up out of bed, they will demand a glass of water.  If this demand is not met quickly, they sound the alarm.  If the others hear the alarm – they will come.  Then all alarms go off in unison, causing the house to shake.  This usually achieves their plan to prevent us from completing a full REM cycle.

Luckily, my husband is a planner.  He uses logic and reason.  He sets rules and establishes guidelines.  Usually this does not work so he resorts to the basics in parenting – wear the little buggers out.   He takes them to the YMCA, the park, the pool – never stopping for naps or breaks.  Any time school is out, hubby has them doing something.  Hubby is simply known as “Activity man”.  This week “Activity man” is gone.  He left me the pool passes, the Y passes and directions to five different parks.  He warned me to keep the busy.  He said he would pray for me.

Let’s face it, I am not Activity man.  I am just mom – much more laid back (lazy maybe).  By the time the laundry is done, kids are fed, the dishes are clean, kids are bathed and wrestled into bed – I am done.  I would rather hang around and let the kids destroy the house than load up 4 kids and go chase after them – in different directions – all over the park.   So, although I’m a little bit worried that this is going to push me to drinking, I have no real plan.

Surviving the Mission Trip – the Home Front

Day 1

4 a.m. – Activity Man and son head off to the airport.  I’m oblivious to this as I’m fast asleep.

6 a.m. – The Informer started the attack by refusing to get dressed for school.  She knows the rule is “no breakfast until you’re dressed – complete with socks”.   She informed me – with arms crossed – that I could not make her get dressed, nor could I make her go to school.  I simply reminded her of the rule and calmly went about my business.  I had my cool on.  I would not let a 5 year old ruffle my feathers.   When she came downstairs – not meeting the dressing requirement – she was calmly escorted to the van and buckled into her 5- point car restraint and calmly told she would wait there until the others were ready.  She sounded the alarm which could be heard 2 blocks away.

The alarm must have been the signal for the others to gorge some pop –tarts.  Within 3 minutes, The Ring Leader and The Boy had inhaled an entire box.  Admittedly, they did get some of the contents onto their school clothes that now had to be changed.  Still yet, they ingested enough sugary goodness to put them into a sugar high.  They were running around in circles and laughing uncontrollably.

By the time I finally caught The Ring Leader, took her upstairs to get changed and came back down, The Boy had destroyed the living room.  I may have used my upset momma voice to tell Little Miss Independent to stop playing with her iphone and get her shoes on.  This caused her to have one of her over sensitive meltdowns “I’m not even doing anything wrong and you always yell at me.”  Guilt sets in.  I apologize, give hugs and try to comfort the only child not creating havoc.

7:00 a.m. – We missed the bus.

8:30 a.m.  – I arrived with a smile on my face to The Ring Leaders kindergarten graduation ceremony.  She informed me that she somehow lost her brand new sweater.  The sweater I told her not to wear since it was a warm day and she would not need it.  The sweater she insisted made her look beautiful.  The sweater she promised not to take off until after her graduation when she would then hand it to me so I could bring it home.  That’s the sweater she managed to lose between 7:15 drop off to school and the 8:30 graduation.  I’m still convinced she threw it in the trash.

3 p.m. – Phone call from daycare director informing me that The Informer had hit, kicked and scratched her teacher and that I needed to come immediately before said teacher walked out which would lead to my kids being expelled.  Expulsion can NOT happen this week.

4 p.m. – I arrive to pick up The Informer who was sitting next to The Boy in the director’s office.  Apparently, he heard of his sister’s actions.  Of course, he didn’t want to take the chance that he would be left at school without her, so the only reasonable thing to do was attack his teacher.

I apologized for my children.  I pleaded for another chance.  I informed the director of my missing husband who was off having fun in Haiti while I was home alone with these hellions.  I played the sympathy card.  I was granted another day.

7 p.m. – The children got their melatonin gummies early.

11:30 p.m. – I am unable to sleep.  Day one was done with no casualties – well, except for the poor teachers who were attacked and the missing sweater.  Overall not horrible, I mean social services wasn’t called.  I know I must plan for more strikes.  After all, they will wake up in the morning recharged.  I need to be on the offense.

I need a mom strategy – something that I can sustain for the next 9 days.

 Here’s the plan…………….

Step 1 – Wake up early.  Shower and dress before they wake.   This way I can monitor their every move.  It will also eliminate the need to be rushing around in a frantic attempt to be on time.  Allow a full hour and a half before the bus arrives.  Schedule time for a few bumps in the road.

Step 2 – Keep them together.  I know the strategy of divide and conquer. They must not be allowed to use this against me.  They must be kept in close proximity at all costs.  Lock the doors, use gates, leashes, and duct tape – anything necessary.  Do not let them split up.

Step 3 – Stay “calm and collected”.  They expect me to lose it.  This strategy has an element of surprise.  This will throw them off their game and keep me thinking straight.  Expect the unexpected and don’t overreact.

Step 4 – Bribery/Reward.  Use the ipad, TV, candy, desert, and movies – whatever it takes.  These little sugar monsters will do almost anything for an M&M.  My pockets will be full of them.  The Ipad will be fully charged and movie night before bedtime is as good as money for these kids.  I know their weaknesses and I will use them.

It’s a good plan.  A solid plan.  I sleep well – for 4 hours.

Not your typical Missions Trip Essay – Introduction

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A college admissions director was recently asked which entrance essays he liked or disliked the most and why.  He said he absolutely dreads the ever popular “Mission Essay”.  He reasoned that they are so predictable that he found them boring.  He said he would rather read anything else and hoped to never see another “Mission’s Essay” – ever.  He seemed very perturbed.

I’m a nurse with an associate’s degree.  I’ve been nursing for the past 14 years and have been completely satisfied with the choice I made to just get a degree and get to work.  (I was in my 30’s and had 2 little boys at home and frankly needed to get to work.)  Until recently, I haven’t given returning to school to get a BSN any thought.   But my employer sent out an email that said all RN’s will be required to have a BSN within five years to continue employment.  It seems that RN’s are on the way out, so I have a decision to make.  Go back to school or get a job at Macy’s.   I haven’t decided yet, but I thought I’d go ahead and tackle the college entrance essay.  So, Mr. Admissions Director I hope you like this missions essay; it’s from a different perspective.

Not Your Typical “Mission Essay” Essay
by A Left Behind Mom

Over the past 10 years, I have sent five high school aged kids (bio’s and step kids) around the world on mission trips.  The reason parents do this is to broaden the perspective of our college bound kids (and also to get them out of the house for 10 days).   Mission trips expose our kids to third world challenges in a very personal way that can’t be accomplished sitting in classrooms.  Hopefully, they will develop some compassion and a desire to help solve some of these problems.  To think outside of themselves and quit whining about how deprived they are since they don’t have the most recent tech gadgets or a new $100 pair of jeans.  This seems to happen when they see people living in street, drinking contaminated water and nearly starving to death.

The last child reaching the mission’s trip age was more than a bit reluctant to go; after all he had a girlfriend and it would significantly decrease the amount of time they could spend together.   This rational only made me more determined to see him heading out of the country.  A little hard labor to burn off some testosterone was just what this evil step-mom recommends.  I was so determined in fact that I was willing to send my husband along.  Now you might be thinking, this sounds like summer vacation for Left Behind Mom (LBM).  What you may not realize is that LBM has 4 LBK (left behind kids) to take care of for the next ten days.  This does not make LBM very happy.   However, in order to keep the tradition and to keep this budding romance from getting dangerously serious – the sacrifice must be made.  So I encouraged both dad and step son to embrace the opportunity; Carpe Diem (for Dad), YOLO (for stepson).

And so they went off to Haiti.  To serve, to make memories, work hard, and change lives – theirs and others.  They were following the commandment to “love God and love people.”   Soon they would return with stories of broken down buses and getting to ride in the back of a nice but stinky chicken farmer’s beat up truck.  They would tell how they made new friends and how their lives were affected more than those they went to help.  (I – like the admissions director – could anticipate the unfolding. ) But, unlike the admissions director, I love to hear the details.  The details vary; just like fingerprints, no two mission trips are exactly alike.
(Except for the diarrhea – there is always diarrhea.)

So now, all I have to do is survive the next 10 days.


– Check back tomorrow to see how things went at home.

Blended Families

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Lets face it, the “traditional” family consisting of mom, dad, 2 kids and a dog is almost a thing of the past. While life-long marriages are good for couples and children alike, divorce is the reality for 40 to 50 percent of today’s families.   The divorce rate for subsequent marriages is even higher.  So how can you make a blended family that overcomes the odds?

First you have to have a healthy marriage.  This is going to take a lot of hard work.  Much harder than the work you put into your first marriage (obviously that didn’t end well).  This time around you have baggage – they have baggage.  You have kids – they have kids.  You both have Ex’s.  There will be no time for date night, quiet dinners or romantic walks along the beach.  Nope.  Your time will be spent dealing with step-kid issues and ex spouse issues. You will be working out the details of who will tackle the finances, who will bring home the bacon, who will cook that bacon and clean up the grease.  Not to mention the never-ending piles of laundry – just how is that going to be handled.  You both have to let go of the routines that worked for you in your previous marriage and even the ones that helped you survive as a single parent.   You will have to come up with a new method for everything – something that works for the both of you.   You will – at times – feel this marriage is doomed to be one of the statistics.  But I encourage you to hang in there.  After all, this spouse is sooooo much better than the first.

Next you have to make all of the kids feel comfortable, safe and secure.  Remember, you want the next generation to grow into confident, healthy, happy, well rounded adults?  The kind of adults who eventually move out of your basement.  To do this, they have to learn the way of the world and be willing to go out into it.  The problem is the kids don’t to want to “move forward”.  They don’t want this blended family.  They don’t want new siblings or step-parents.  They want their “real family” back together – no matter the level of dysfunction.  They didn’t ask for this and they will remind you of this fact daily.  They will most certainly not make this easy for you.

You need to know up front that your new step-kids don’t like you.  You will never live up to their expectations.  You could be Mother Theresa and you still wouldn’t be good enough.   They don’t want you to be their parent, their friend, their foe or breathing for that matter.   You will be treated as if you were invisible – they exit the room every time you enter.   You will swallow your tongue when you are dying to tell your step-daughter she is NOT leaving the house dressed like that.  You get to smile through the endless stories of how great life was when their mom and dad were married.  Just keep telling yourself you will learn to love them – you just need more time.

Your own kids won’t be any easier to deal with after you re-marry.  You will hear how you’ve ruined their lives. You will hear how you have embarrassed them in front of their friends. How they can no longer remain friends with those whose mom and dad are still together.  You will be blamed for everything from speeding tickets to heartbreaks.  They will be disrespectful to you and your new spouse.  You will cry behind closed doors and fake more smiles than you’d ever imagine possible.

Finally you need to make room for growth.  It’s not only inevitable, it’s desirable.  Your new family is not going to stay looking like this for ever.  Eventually, your family will change.  This could mean adding more kids – biological and/or adopted.   It could mean getting a family pet or two.  Sometimes it means bringing an aging parent or grandparent to live with you.   It could even mean taking care of your children’s children (let’s pray against that one for now.)  The fact is, you need to plan for growth.  Preferably, it won’t be right away – everyone needs time to adjust to the new norm. It could take years but just when you think things are starting to settle down – things will change.  Try to remember that growth is a good thing.  Growth means life.

So, now that you have a grip on the challenges, how do you succeed at having the blended family that beats the odds?

5 things you need to do if you want a strong blended family

  • Pray.
    This is the most important thing you can do.  Prayer is simply talking to God about your day.  Tell Him about your struggles, ask Him for strength and praise Him for giving you a second chance to have a family. Ask Him to help each family member with the struggles they have.  Pray for each family member by name.  Don’t be afraid to let Him have it with both barrels if you feel like your sinking.  He already knows your thoughts.  He just wants you to talk to Him about …..  everything.  Don’t worry about having the “right” words.  There is no right or wrong way to pray.  When you’re ready, ask your spouse to pray with you.  Don’t push if they aren’t ready.  Give it time.  Keep praying alone and ask again every once in awhile.   The next step is praying together as a family.  It is the parents responsibility to teach our children to pray.  Taking them to church is great, but you have to show by example how to live in daily relationship with The Lord.
  • Read.
    The best book to rely on is your Bible.  God’s word has more instructions on living a happy life than any other book on the planet.  Reading your bible daily helps you develop the relationship needed for step one.   Other than the bible, there are several good self-help books written by christian authors that will help you along the way.I recommend the following books for every family library – not just blended families:
    –  His Needs – Her Needs. Building an Affair-proof Marriage, by Dr. Willard Harley, Jr.
    Boundaries: When to Say No – by Henry Cloud and John Townsend
    The Five Love Languages by Gary Chapman
  • Offer grace.
    This not only goes to the disrespectful kids that keep trashing your house, the apathetic spouse who doesn’t seem to notice or the stupid cat who keeps walking underneath your feet.  You need to extend some grace to yourself as well. Forgive yourself for snapping at the kids for not moving fast enough in the morning or for fighting over the remote. Remember that none of us is perfect and you are no exception.  Stop comparing yourself to those parents on Pintrest who seem to have minions preparing their meals and doing their housework.  Throw a Little Debbie’s in the lunch box and get on with your day.
  • Get respite.
    You have to plan for breaks.  Date nights are not going to be what they were back in the day, but you need to schedule some alone time with your spouse on a weekly basis.  If you want a strong family, you have to start with a strong marriage.  You have to make deposits in the love bank.You also need some you time.  Get out alone or go with a friend, to the gym or to the coffee shop – what ever it takes for you to rejuvenate your spirit.  You have to take care of yourself if you are going to be any good to anyone else.If you don’t plan it – it will not happen.  Respite does not to happen by accident.  This may mean giving up your Starbucks to pay for the babysitter.  No excuses, do it!
  • Laugh.
    It may be hard to laugh when you follow little red foot prints along your white carpet into little Johnny’s room to find that he has painted his feet, legs and face with your “I’m not a Secretary” nail polish.  It may be next to impossible to laugh when you come down stairs to find two little girls have made their breakfast all by themselves and your kitchen looks like a cereal bomb has exploded.  It may be difficult in the mist of these minor catastrophes, but eventually you will be able to laugh.  You will find that life is a whole lot better if you learn to lower your expectations and laugh at the small stuff.  (It’s OK to take a picture or video of these events.  It will actually come in handy later when you get to the point of wanting to re-live the experience.  Usually around the time they bring home their first girlfriend.  That will be when you really get to laugh.  Baahhhhhhaaaaaaa.)

Good Luck!

Do You See What I See?: Sea Otter Determined Cutest Animal

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Nancy Summarizes Insanity

A modest otter. A modest otter.

Cambridge, MA – A scientist at a local university has made a breakthrough discovery that potentially will change some lives somewhere in some way or another. “Based on my research, I have been able to determine that sea otters are actually the cutest known animal on the entire face of the planet,” states Dr. James H. Baxter, renowned researcher and author of the book “Hawaiian Pizza Is The Best Pizza, I Don’t Care What You Think.” Baxter went on to tell us that he based his conclusion on extensive time spent watching YouTube videos of cute animals, unexpected animal friends, as well as the twitter user @cuteemergency. “I found myself going back to the otter videos over and over, specifically the ones of them sleeping. Did you know they hold hands while asleep? Too darn cute,” squeals the ecstatic researcher, who has clocked in twenty trips to the zoo in…

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