tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28076223272775302322024-03-12T21:48:32.296-07:00Starr's ViewUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger538125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2807622327277530232.post-80652023324525186482020-03-20T07:10:00.000-07:002020-03-20T07:23:01.322-07:00A Morning Poem<u>Dream World</u><br />
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<i>You know that place between sleep and awake. The place where you can still remember dreaming. That's where I'll always love you.</i> -- Tinkerbell in "Hook"<br />
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He came to me last night.<br />
Or did I come to him?<br />
Who can tell in a dream?<br />
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But we had a wild time.<br />
Hunting pirates, saving a princess.<br />
Being fearless.<br />
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I loved him most when he was wild.<br />
Not boy, but a creature so free he'd crow.<br />
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Then morning came.<br />
He slid away whispering, "Darling, I had the wildest dream."<br />
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And my dream abandoned me again.<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2807622327277530232.post-73187214313337532492016-08-21T15:01:00.000-07:002016-08-21T15:05:24.689-07:00School Daze -- 2016 editionGracie started kindergarten about ten days ago. She's in a mornings-only Mandarin Chinese immersion class. I think it's wonderful, but she's baffled by it all. Her teacher does not communicate to the children in English -- ever. So, the "What did you do at school today?" question gets answered with a blank stare -- probably the same one she gives her teacher every day. This child has huge brown eyes with ludicrously long lashes, so once she starts understanding and communicating, she'll be the embodiment of an anime character. (Yes, horrified people, I know anime is Japanese, but to my non-tonal-language-ears they sound the same.)<br />
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Rosie thinks her teacher is fantastic and hops off the bus in the afternoons in her usual happy-go-lucky spirits. I wish I could say more about it, but that's just the way things are. She's happy in herself and I have no intentions of messing with that by analyzing it.<br />
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Cami doesn't really talk to us about junior high. We know she doesn't have any classes with her friends from last year, but hangs with them at lunch time. She also has made a friend to include in the lunch crowd, a new student who shares her K-Pop obsession. She has a British science teacher, which thrills her. (He's from Manchester, so I suspect there a bit of the Lancashire/Yorkshire teasing going on....and I have noticed that when she comes home from school her accent is a touch stronger.)<br />
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Jason and I got an email from the school telling us that they'd like to include Cami in the accelerated math program. I was that child who felt like I had to be the best at everything, so her non-interest feels foreign. She simply doesn't want to be bothered with the extra homework. Had I not been present at her birth, I really would question how I'm her mother. But it's highly unlikely that three different hospitals on two continents messed up four times in sending me home with the wrong baby...and that they'd all look alike. So, she must be mine.<br />
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Jason starts teaching tomorrow: advanced logic and a graduate seminar. (A three-hour grad seminar in the late afternoon -- my grad school nightmare.)<br />
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Graham starts his how-are-we-ever-going-to-pay-for-private-school?-private-school at the end of the month. It's really a miracle, because we feared we'd be paying out of pocket for most of it. But, extra funding came through & we're ok. The best part is he thanked us spontaneously for arranging for him to attend a school "without homework."<br />
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Drumroll, please: I'm back at school this year!<br />
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Quieter: No, I'm not heading back to grad school.<br />
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Fancy statement: I'm going to be the Literacy Teacher's Assistant for Primary Students to the school director at Graham's school.<br />
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Short form: I'll be teaching 5 to 7 years olds to love books and writing. Then I'll watch them play on the school playground for an hour. (It sounds a lot like what I do already, plus a paycheck.)<br />
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At present, I am taking the absolutely unorganized library and turning it into a "hey, I can find things" space. (Glad I had that summer job as a library page when I was 16.)<br />
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So, back to school for me...15 years after I left grad school. Reading kids' books...the same thing I went to grad school to do.<br />
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And so, with all six of in four different schools, I had to write an hour-by-hour schedule for drop-off/pick-up/after school activities. It's insane. Thank goodness for the weekends. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2807622327277530232.post-34076273640787640642016-08-01T00:00:00.000-07:002016-08-01T00:00:17.755-07:00At Home or Abroad<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I've been deleting photos that don't interest me and editing ones
that do. A lot of the keepers are from our years in England. The
images mostly just require lightening, which is an easy fix.<br />
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Looking
over these photos remind me of good friends and beautiful places, of
days when Graham didn't have front teeth and when Gracie looked like an
anime character come to life. Happy days filled with
disbelief at our good fortune at living in such a beautiful country.<br />
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I showed Cami some images of her playing in the River Wharfe with her best guy friend. She looked at them with a smile for a moment and then said, "I have to stop. These are making me too homesick."<br />
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Today marks the two year anniversary of when we boarded a plane with the final destination of Missouri. Today also marks the one year anniversary of when we arrived in Arizona. Two years of wanting to go home. <br />
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Leeds and loved ones, I miss you.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2807622327277530232.post-10904006465246232262016-07-31T17:37:00.002-07:002016-07-31T17:38:35.211-07:00Still laughingGracie was just telling us about a YouTube-ing family whose smallest member has his own bathroom. I asked, "What does he do in his bathroom?"<br />
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"I have no idea. I've never been to their house," came the reply.<br />
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"Well, what do you do your bathroom?" I asked.<br />
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"Basically, I go in there in times of need."Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2807622327277530232.post-85194567750416690482016-07-26T17:41:00.003-07:002016-07-26T17:42:38.816-07:00When I'm boredI had a fight with Jason two days ago. "How could you fight with Jason? He's the nicest guy in the world" would be an appropriate reaction from those of you who know him in person. And you would be right. But, remember, *I* am not the nicest person in the world.<br />
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And I was bored.<br />
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"Boredom is emotional death" should be tattooed on my forehead for everyone to see. I don't like filling my days with endless busyness, but I can't cope with purposelessness.<br />
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Unfortunately for me, my family (both the one I was born into & the one I helped create) is populated by people who don't share my craving for adventure. Endless YouTube videos and Minecraft is not exactly bliss, but certainly not to be sneered at....which leaves me feeling trapped. I can't even escape into the world of pretty photos on the internet because the kids have taken over my computer.<br />
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So, Jason got to deal with my nastiness. Lucky guy, right? (I still don't know why he sticks by me, but he does and I'm grateful.)<br />
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In trying to find the good in my wow-I'm-bored days, I spent an early hour outside playing with my camera. Finding interesting bits that have fallen off the palm tree and the just-sprouted peas, scallions, and beans I planted with the little girls last week. So, in finding my real life prettiness, I hope to avoid boredom and be nicer to Jason. Because, truly, he doesn't deserve bored me...and I don't deserve him.<br />
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I spend a lot of time thinking about home. About how to make the
spaces I live in comfortable and interesting. About how to make living
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I told a friend just before we moved from
St. Louis that I'm somewhat retarded at decorating. I realize that word is
fraught with baggage from bullies and social insensitivity, but when I
used it, I meant it in the literal sense. I have a slowed, almost
incapacitated, sense of how to make things beautiful. My father had a
great sense of style, but by the time I was conscious of learning how to <i>live</i>,
his visual creativity had been largely stifled by outside forces.<br />
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trying to learn, belatedly, from studying a styling expert...and I'm
getting paid to do it. Just once a week, I get to spend the day in a
lovely antiques shop. One of the co-owners has made a random collection
of things that catch her fancy into a cave of treasures. So, here are a
few photos that I'm taking home to study. And you can see the glitzy place where I work.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm working to figure out the "height" and "depth" of this little
seating area across from the sales area. You can't see it so much in
this photo, but there's a lot of crystal in addition to the decanters in
the right foreground. The chandelier hangs slightly to the left of
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chandelier, a Murano glass chandelier, and a set of six sherry glasses.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A bust of Shakespeare -- yes. The Murano chandelier is the one I mentioned with the earlier photo. The crystal on the right is paired with the smaller crystal pendant in a birdcage.</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This corner in the second room has always grabbed me. The 1920s spotlight has been here since the first time I came in the shop. It's just cool. But what I like about this corner is how the plane propeller sets the "limit" of the image, framing the vignette. Even though the propeller dates from WWI, it's exactly right to have the WWII army coat below it. With the coat collar turned up, everything feels "Old Hollywood" with the spotlight and the champagne.</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2807622327277530232.post-26273905519501172422015-10-19T17:07:00.001-07:002015-10-19T17:07:56.893-07:00The Bunny Thief"Mom! He's stolen my bunny!" Rosie yelled passionately as I was going outside.<br />
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Graham ran passed with a small stuffed creature, evading her clutches, and she ended up on the floor.<br />
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"You know what? I don't care." (I'm a heartless mother sometimes.)<br />
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"But he said he's going to make a rabbit stew!" (Rosie often speak with exclamation marks. Periods/full stops are not her natural punctuation.)<br />
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She looked up with a brightly hopeful, and utterly unconvincing smile, "Yes."<br />
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<br />(To further support my skepticism, she's sitting next to me, editing this post...and provided the title.)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2807622327277530232.post-28601766644512837292015-10-11T09:29:00.001-07:002015-10-11T11:26:43.760-07:00A Quiet Sunday MorningThe little girls are makers. Cutting out paper hearts and writing love notes are Rosie's favorite. Gracie likes to cook, create with Lego, and do whatever it is that Rosie's doing. Sometimes making valentines is a little tame, though, and empty moving boxes become rocket ships.<br />
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This morning they took their engineering prowess a step further and made a transmogrifier, a la "Calvin and Hobbes."<br />
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Unlike Calvin's original, Rosie's and Gracie's transmogrifier offers gender-reassignment; Graham thought that he'd like to use that function. The girls were agreeable, but before the transformation could take place Jason noticed our bouncy boy was especially bouncy and suggested Graham go jump on the trampoline for a few minutes. As he went out the door, Graham announced, "I'll go take my gender outside."<br />
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Best moment all morning. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2807622327277530232.post-53241624244617397032015-10-01T13:55:00.001-07:002015-10-01T13:55:16.989-07:00For the Whelanator...and the munchkinsMy friend Sarah messaged me on FaceBook today, asking me to get back to blogging. Coincidentally, two days ago I pulled up the blog to help Rosie with a school project and all of the kids spent at least half an hour laughing at the funny things they'd said. Or telling me (arguing with me) how a photo of Gracie couldn't possibly be Gracie, because Gracie had never been blond....<br />
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That experience with the kids showed me how valuable the blog was in keeping our memories of life in England alive. That's how I felt there. Alive. Coming back to the States, especially to the city where I was born and had a lifetime of bad memories of...that wasn't living. So, the blog when into hibernation. <br />
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And now, fourteen months to the day that we left home, I'm writing a post. For Sarah and Julie and Becca, and everybody else who wants to see what this post-St. Louis stage is like. But mostly, for the munchkins. So that when they are older they'll remember to laugh. And that their mom loves them.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2807622327277530232.post-23912669023258495562014-03-05T06:41:00.001-08:002014-03-05T10:17:28.732-08:00Circus Day -- 2013<div style="text-align: left;">
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Rosie was a Gypsy Fortune Teller. Her costume was a surprise to everyone -- the only fortune teller in the school. She loved the attention and her costume. Her crazy, curly hair wrapped up in a scarf was the perfect look.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2807622327277530232.post-34132136288297827762013-11-24T00:54:00.000-08:002013-11-24T04:24:19.904-08:00Argument Won!Cami and Graham were just arguing in another room. It happens often that I don't really pay much attention. But the conclusion caught my attention (and gave me the giggles.)<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2807622327277530232.post-59761326024705852422013-09-05T04:31:00.000-07:002013-09-05T04:31:31.175-07:00Breaking Radio SilenceI feel like I dreamt about writing this post. Or maybe it's just deja vu. Lots of stuff happens, things that professional bloggers would be putting up in a heart beat. But I go silent. After a while I don't know what to write about. So, here's a "I haven't got anything special to report. I'm just posting something to get back in the habit"post.<br />
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So, there's this baby I know who isn't a baby anymore. She goes to the cupboard to find Nutella multiple times a day. She likes drawing on herself, the walls, & when she's cheeky-monkey, me. <br />
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I think I'll keep her anyway.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2807622327277530232.post-24101359943542457722013-09-05T04:22:00.001-07:002013-09-05T04:22:28.705-07:00Graham's First PublicationGraham has a poem that's being included in the <i>Power of Poetry -- Poems From the North East </i>anthology this fall. He wrote it as a class exercise in personification and the staff at his school submitted it for publication. (I think it's called "Frightening Lightning.")<br />
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The deadly lightning stung the world with just one fingernail!<br />
It also killed all of Asia and it electrocuted 3000 towers just by tapping them.<br />
When it punched the sea all the sea creatures, scuba divers, boats and other people died.<br />
Suddenly the dangerous hand belonging to the lightning grabbed a forest and chopped it down.<br />
It stepped on a telephone wire and gave it so much electricity that it exploded.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2807622327277530232.post-42434811696572558052013-08-13T03:04:00.001-07:002013-09-07T12:22:33.283-07:00She Talks!So, I took an extended summer break from the blog. Gracie is now correcting that.<br />
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She's two. Very, very two. Like her elder siblings, she is determined to do what mommy does: help with laundry, put things away (wish they all still did this), & cook. Also like her siblings, she's saving up her words until she's three. This morning she insisted on helping with pancakes. As we were standing at the stove, I chatted at her (since she doesn't usually say anything back), and said, "Gracie, you're a good cook. Do you know that?"<br />
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Still looking at the pancake in the pan, she stated, "I know, Mommy."<br />
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She talks! (Her first sentence.)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2807622327277530232.post-26138063914174635012013-05-05T13:46:00.000-07:002013-05-05T13:46:07.349-07:00Wales: Porthmadog Steam Train<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Monday, 1 April 2013. Porthmadog, Wales. We caught a steam train that took us about a mile & then dropped us off at a little museum. It was cold. But that didn't keep some kids from enjoying the ride.<br />
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I could see a tower in the distance from our holiday cottage, so on Easter Sunday afternoon, I invited Cami to go for a walk with me to see if we could get find it. It involved tromping down country roads, hiking through fields, crossing streams, resting by ruined buildings, & climbing up a steep hill. A good adventure for us to have together.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2807622327277530232.post-82778897270966542042013-05-05T11:28:00.000-07:002013-05-05T11:28:05.713-07:00Missing England Already: The Sky<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So, if you are related to me or saw the Facebook announcement, this won't be news. But not everybody may know, so here you go: we're moving home. Not just "home" as in, we're moving back to the U.S. "Home" as in, we're going back to the city of my birth. <br />
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It's not immediate. Jason's accepted a position at St. Louis University, but made it a condition that he'd start in September 2014. So, we have fifteen months to say good. To soak up as much of this wonderful place that I feel is truly where I belong. So, I'll be putting up a lot of pictures in the future that aren't there for any other purpose than to feed my spirit when I'm missing <i>home</i>.<br />
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Easter requires an egg hunt. Even when you are on vacation in Wales. <br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2807622327277530232.post-42525199621011559782013-04-25T12:05:00.003-07:002013-04-25T12:05:59.394-07:00Makes Me Laugh Graham just asked me, "Mom, do you want to hear some bad news?"<br />
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"What's your bad news, honey?" I asked.<br />
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"That I haven't any good news."Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2807622327277530232.post-17836406510096350312013-03-20T13:01:00.001-07:002013-03-20T13:01:20.260-07:00Tooth or Truth?Graham just came to me & Jason to report that he "couldn't feel [his] wobbly tooth." He thinks it was probably the thing that was "too hard to swallow" in his bedtime apple. Nevertheless, it appears that it made it's way down his throat.<br />
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Still, Tooth Fairy visits are important. And Jason had this conversation with him.<br />
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Jason: It's okay, the Tooth Fairy will come anyway.<br />
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Graham: Is the Tooth Fairy real?<br />
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Jason: What do you think?<br />
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Graham: I think she's not real. Am I right?<br />
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Jason: What do you think?<br />
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Graham: I think I'm right.... Is the Tooth Fairy a grown-up? I mean, is it you and Mommy?<br />
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Jason: What do you think?<br /><br />Graham: I think it is. Am I right?<br />
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Jason: What do you think?<br />
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Graham: I think I'm right. But I want to know what <i>you</i> think.<br />
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Jason: I think you're probably right too. <br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2807622327277530232.post-35079169721584350902013-03-15T02:36:00.002-07:002013-03-15T02:36:28.971-07:00The Artist<br />Graham came to me this morning, with a heart-broken expression. In near-tears he choked out, "Mom, my room is a MASTERPIECE of a mess!"Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2807622327277530232.post-53844652175384742892013-03-02T23:41:00.000-08:002013-03-02T23:41:21.569-08:00Bunnies over BabyI asked Gracie if she was Flopsie, Mopsie, & Cottontail.<br />
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Rosie interjected, "She can't be Flopsie, Mopsie, & Cottontail. They're good people."<br />
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I see what opinion she has of her sister.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2807622327277530232.post-35159509801858123542013-01-27T09:54:00.002-08:002013-01-27T09:54:32.245-08:00Love This KidGraham bounded into the kitchen just before supper time, "I smelled a rumbly tummy and it was in Mr. Graham."<br />
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All of these are just because. I opened up my photo library and started uploading images that wow me.<br />
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Some time last spring, a group went to Lyme Park -- the Pemberley of BBC's Pride & Prejudice. Just some random photos that I don't want to forget.<br />
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