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January 20, 2010

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danielle

Are you sure she said robots? Maybe she was complimenting you (like mine once did): I like the smell of armpits in the morning??

Harriet from Liver Families

So glad you're back, firefly parts and all!

kmom

you made my afternoon!

Katie

Man, I wish you posted here more often.

moreena

Danielle--Annika's with your kid on that one, too. She loves sniffing armpits. A lot. But she really did say "robots." I'm wondering if maybe she was quoting something?? Her fave show right now is "My Life as a Teenage Robot"

Katie--I'm going to try. Really, I am.

Lee

Great to hear from you Moreena!

(Great doodle fodder too, but I think I'll pass this time!)

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that's hysterical. Harbor also has one of those second-belly-button tube dents. It looks like a deep bullet wound on his left side. On the ahem -posterior lighting- I used to work with some ER nurses and heard this charming story about a real life occurance.

liz

Laughing hard.

Paige

Oh, man, you made me laugh so hard, and after a day of feeling exhausted all day long, I feel much happier. Thank you for that.

Lauren

Moreena, Anni's comment just made my heart smile! Dan wants to know, who *doesn't* love the smell of robots in the morning? Oh what a sweetie. We miss you guys and hope you're doing well.

kathy a.

:) sounds perfectly nermal to me!

Jennif

you do know that you are REALLY good dont you? I mean seriously talented in the writing thing. You have it sister!

AmyinTexas

I haven't checked in since the holidays! This made me laugh out loud!

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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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