It seems like childhood is supposed to involve feathers. We always wash our hands, so I think I'm just going to go with it.
8.31.2011
8.30.2011
08.30
I haven't yet perfected the justification of getting nothing accomplished. But it was a lovely day and perhaps that doesn't need justified.
8.29.2011
8.28.2011
8.27.2011
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8.25.2011
8.24.2011
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8.22.2011
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8.20.2011
08.20
The sound of the moving water, my kids dirty, all of us together. Today was full of happiness. I sat on the rocks and tried to wrap my arms around it.
8.19.2011
8.18.2011
8.17.2011
08.17
The two of us still have a bit of adjusting to do. Finding that balance between what we want to do and what needs to happen.
8.16.2011
8.15.2011
8.14.2011
08.14
We were giddy with the temperatures. A day game in August and we weren't soaked with sweat. A victory, even if the Reds didn't get one.
8.13.2011
08.13
The cowboy said maybe we could follow the rainbow to a pot of gold at the end of this Reds season. I'm sure hoping.
8.12.2011
08.12
Everything about today felt good: reunions, spontaneity, restraint, promise, laughter, understanding, and patience. One of those that doesn't always come around.
8.11.2011
8.10.2011
8.09.2011
8.08.2011
8.07.2011
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8.05.2011
08.05
We have big kids. Kids who can ride for five hours without crying or whining. Kids who enjoy going to an art museum. Big kids all of a sudden.
8.04.2011
08.04
A lizard with a bright blue tail scurried across our balcony today. And we weren't too busy to stop and watch it.
8.03.2011
8.02.2011
8.01.2011
08.01
As I high-stepped over "The Web of the World," Brian told me I was a good mom. If all it takes to be a good mom is the ability to allow and then overlook a mess, I think my kids will be OK.
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