Category Archives: posted in haste

In slow motion

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15January2009

My dear Alice, out of nowhere you are walking. Yesterday morning you refused to stand even when I gave you my fingers, and last night you stood up and walked across the room. I’ve been joking for months that you … Continue reading

The chip in my shoulder is from the rocks they keep dropping there.

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14November2008

If you are following me on Twitter, you know that I had one of the most bizarre doctor’s office visit experiences earlier. If you’ve been a reader, you know that I am not a big fan of doctors – or … Continue reading

It's ALIVE!

Posted by in Brain Dump, Cricket, Ella, health, List, metablogging, Motherhood, posted in haste, Tom, travel | 4 Comments
25June2008

The more days that go between blog posts, the harder it is for me to decide what on earth to write about. So how about a quick jumbled mess of a post to catch you all up, aye? Cool. – … Continue reading

“Asthma doesn't seem to bother me any more unless I'm around cigars or dogs. The thing that would bother me most would be a dog smoking a cigar.” – Steve Allen

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14May2008

Ella woke up five times last night, screaming “Mama sick, mama hurts!” Tonight has been quieter, but it is only 10:30, there is a whole lot of night still to go. My sweet girl – she has nightmares about Swiper … Continue reading

Mindful.

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25March2008

I’m back on a reading kick (it seems to go reading, crafting, tv watching, & back to reading) and am reading two very different books right now. The first is Trees Make the Best Mobiles: Simple Ways to Raise Your … Continue reading

Honey, just keep on keeping on.

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5March2008

When I was young and in a sour mood, my mom would see me moping around and she would tell me to “Keep on keepin’ on”* which makes more sense in my head than it does when I write it … Continue reading