An afternoon schedule I hope repeats: open windows, open doors, Reds on radio, boys riding bikes, dinner cooking.
3.22.2011
03.22
3.21.2011
03.21
3.20.2011
03.20
No phase is the perfect phase. It’s hard not to focus on the current negatives and long for the easier days. But there is so much to enjoy now.
3.19.2011
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3.17.2011
03.17
3.16.2011
03.16
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3.14.2011
03.14
3.13.2011
3.12.2011
03.12
3.11.2011
03.11
3.10.2011
3.09.2011
03.09
My brain is running wild with potential projects. Meanwhile, the stuff I know I need to do, I’m putting off.
3.08.2011
3.07.2011
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3.05.2011
03.05
3.04.2011
03.04
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3.02.2011
03.02
3.01.2011
03.01
2.28.2011
2.27.2011
02.27
02.26
2.25.2011
02.24
02.23
2.22.2011
02.22
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2.16.2011
02.16
2.15.2011
02.15
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02.13
2.12.2011
02.12
2.11.2011
02.11
2.10.2011
2.09.2011
02.09
2.08.2011
02.08
2.07.2011
02.07
2.06.2011
02.06
2.05.2011
2.04.2011
02.04
2.03.2011
02.03
I can still feel the excitement and hopefulness and fearlessness and “ready to fail” mindset, but the adrenaline buzz is starting to wear off.
2.02.2011
02.02
We figured out this morning that it was only technically his 96th day of school, but who can pass up a party like this?!
2.01.2011
02.01
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