Monthly Archives May 2010

Breaking Down Stereotypes

We live in a world of judgment, and very few of us are immune to it, either being guilty of judging others ourselves or feeling the pain from prejudice about how we look or act. I was raised in a religion that perfected judgment. Even under that system, I tried not to be judgmental, but…
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Good News

I have some good news 🙂 Dakota is finishing 4th grade with straight A’s, and she tested into the GATE program for next year.  I’m giving her the choice on that since she would take seperate classes from all her friends.  I’m very proud of her! While Ava does need more reconstruction on her foot,…
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Day #19 Of Early Intervention

I think that we may be at the end of our journey with Early Intervention. There is only so much they can teach her and me, and I think they’ve done a great job, but it’s time to move on. We should be getting her AFO’s within the week, and then we’ll be seeing Dr….
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Her first real boo-boos.

That’s only just right after it happened. Already both areas where they are slightly blue now (and into the surrounding red) are all purple and bruised. She wouldn’t put up with any more picture taking though. So what happened? Zach left a folder on the table, and on top of said folder was Belly’s Holy…
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B-L-I-S-S

Southern Maryland combines everything I loved about Pennsylvania with this: Oh that’s where it’s at. Water, water
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Girls Night Out: Reinvented

I dare go out on weeknights for any reason. It’s just way too exhausting for me to have to lug around two girls (who are just as tired and hungry after a long day of school) after hours at the office and a brief commute to pick them up, all I ever really want to…
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May 27th, 2009

May 27th, 2009 was a day that I went through in numb shock. I was woken up to my mom (who was living with us at the time to get back on her feet) screaming. Scared I ran to Seamus’ room, where she stayed, thinking that something had happened to him, only to see her…
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The Helper

“I’ve got to hurry, little guy. Have you seen my black –“ “Bra?” “No, shoes. I need my black high heeled –“ “Bra? Your black bra?” “No, honey, shoes. I can’t find my black heels.” “You have a black shirt, you need a black bra.”
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Weaning from the paci’s.

We always said the magical age would be 2. I’ve heard how it can be horrible but I’ve also heard how easy it can be. Well, I would like to take the middle of the road on this one. It hasn’t been nearly as painful as I thought. You know, our Sofi is totally attached…
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