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November 17, 2006

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Melody

I always sneeze and cough into my sleeve and have taught the boys to do the say. Finally, I've done something right!

Thanks for validating my actions.:)

liz

I love this!!!! My son's school is teaching all the students and teachers to cough and sneeze into their sleeves.

Amanda

the coughing olympics judges....LOL...oh, trying to catch my breath here...hahaha...I laughed until the tears ran down my face, it just sounded SO much like my SIL and I...our running commentary during cold season is much like that, and this is the first time I've EVER heard anyone else with that commmentary..:) :) thank you for this little gem on germs...

angie

YES! Finally I'm doing something right as a parent!

All of my little chitlins sneeze into their elbows. Generally a great idea....occasionally I have to wash off some grimy greenies....but it is worth it!

:)

Tonya

It was a big comical when I don't think it should be, it being a very important topic and all but good to get the word out there anyway. We were drilled with all of this while in the NICU and is something I would certainly never forget :)

Kyla

I just sneezed into my hand. Directly after watching the video. Evidently, this habit will be difficult for me to break. *lol*

Kristen

I think my favorite part of this video is seeing doctors I've worked with using arm bands...

I spent a month at cmmc and no one said anything about this gem! thanks for posting it.

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Falling Down, November 2004

  • Balloon in hand, my 4-year-old
    twirled across the kitchen floor,
    singing nonsense words
    in her own key.
    "It's my gift!" she declared
    to the world at large, which
    was really only me,
    sitting at the table. Enough
    twirling, and she lost
    her balance, tumbling
    to the floor in a theatrical
    slapstick of elbows and knees.

    She lay on her back
    for a few seconds,
    staring
    at the textured ceiling
    with the mysterious
    spaghetti sauce stain.
    Suddenly she
    began
    flapping her arms and legs
    there on the floor, as if to swish
    the imaginary snow
    into a snow angel.

    "Falling down is also a gift!" says she.

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