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September 21, 2005



I just made cupcake tops the other day too--LOL!!! I called them "brownie bites".


Ah, adventures in the kitchen. I still remember the Angel Food Cake my dad and I made when I was 7. Turned out flatter than an LP. We frosted it anyway and tried to eat it.Best wishes to you all for the hospital stuff.


AHHHHHHHHH Moreena! I am laughing so hard here. Sleeping Booby - I just love it. I don't know how you keep a straight face with those two around. How precious!I wish you much luck at the hospital. My prayers go with you. Please update us as soon as you are - you know there are those of us (gasp!) who tend to worry.Safe trip ~tina

Phantom Scribbler

Oh, your sweet little Sleeping Booby!Sometimes LG begs to make cupcakes or cookies, and then REFUSES TO EAT them. He's not a big fan of baked goods, see. Then why so desperate to make them? No idea. But don't the cupcakes look lovely adorning my postpartum abdomen?Wishing you the best of luck tomorrow and the rest of the week in Chicago. We will be thinking of you.

Becca, Jason and Natalie Ketter

Thanks for the laughing-crying-at-the-same-time thing that your are famous for!!! We'll try to see you tomorrow. Give the girls a huge hug from me.


I never knew cupcakes had bottoms. I thought those little paper-wrapped cake stumps were just for holding! So who is Frakie going to be?....hee hee.

Yankee T

Great stories about the girls. Thinking of you as you head to Chicago again. Be safe.


Oh, I am laughing so hard it hurts! Your girls are so sweet.


I made these awesome cup cakes for Mary to bring as her birthday treat for school, but her home made birthday cake I made was another story, lopsided and crumbs in the frosting. At least it tasted good!We are praying for precious Annika and her upcoming hospital stay. I will be checking in often for updates!


Oh Boy, I'm so sorry all this is going on right now. You girls will be in my prayers and I hope everything goes as smoothly as possible of Thursday. God bless!


I think this is my favorite post, yet! I love the way you write. Thursday is Mark's 3rd Kidney-Pancreas Day. You should see the looks I get when I ask them behind the bakery counter to ice "Happy Kidney-Pancreas Day!" on the cake. Maybe this year we'll just celebrate with cupcake tops! You and the whole family will most certainly be in my thoughts and prayers. And I mean it, get in touch with me if you need anything. We are close enough to Chicago!Candace


Thinking of you as you head to Chicago... loved the story about your girls!

Beanie Baby

I'm glad to hear everything is going so well. I'll keep you in my thoughts until we hear from you again. Good luck!


In the midst of all this, you're making boob jokes!? Wow, I could so totally have a internet crush on you. Here's hoping for good news from the doctors and nurses.

Sue (mom to Moira)

I enjoyed your post so much, what a happy home you have. My family has a lot fun with my baking endeavors, too.Many prayers going out to Annika today. I am sorry you all have to go through this.Prayers for a successful procedure and quick recovery.


You've all been on my mind a lot lately. I'm almost hesitant to check in though sometimes, as your family reminds me so much of my own. What a joy it was to see such a light hearted post. Please, know that we're all thinking of you and wishing you the very breast of luck as you go into Chicago.


MoreenYou are so funny somtimes. Our prayers are with you today & we hope you all will be home Saturday. Karen - Jen & Jon's mom


Thinking of you today and hoping for a good outcome.All my best.

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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,
    at the textured ceiling
    with the mysterious
    spaghetti sauce stain.
    Suddenly she
    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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