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August 13, 2007

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raehan

Cornelia. Wow. What a great name.

Congrats on the triplets, Moreena.

jessica

Did you suggest that they include Cleo too?

You have quadruplets!!! Err...congrats?

ppb

Having not previously met cornelia, I was assuming it was chleo, too.

Miche

You sound surprisingly calm for the mother of triplets, I must say!

Susan

I think that Cornelia has been seriously underblogged. Details, please!

kathy a

that is very sweet! frankie is such a wise, compassionate soul.

please do tell about cornelia! for the longest time, my son had an imaginary best friend named jaques.

Crystal

I love it when our kids are smarter than us. And when they can make you laugh at the same time, even better.

(especially with all you've been going through)

Kyla

Three year old logic. Gotta love 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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