a family of schulers

One day, one of us called the other a “schuler” (pronounced shoe-ler) … It happened when Jacob was a baby and I think we were trying to avoid saying a swear word. Neither Husband or I can remember how it really originated; all we know is that it stuck.

Our family throws the word schuler around like a term of endearment or an insult, depending on the situation.

“Stop being such a schuler!”

“Can you believe how cute those schulers are?!”

I think that’s what I love most about my little family — we are all so different (and so alike in plenty of ways, too), but our shared experiences link us in a way that is inexplicable.

It’s weird, but it’s all ours.

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PS. How cute is this new basket in my kitchen?! $12!

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