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September 28, 2005



Your girls are just tops.


Ah, nerd love. There's nothing quite like it.

Yankee T

I am so happy that Frankie is faring better this time. And yes, it's true: the dreaded teen years need not be so dreaded. And Frankie: I love this kid. So cute. Happy times, here's to them!


Sounds like the whole family are keepers.


Mike, I freely admit to nerd-dom. After all, I met my husband in a graduate logic class. But, correct me if I'm wrong here, but hasn't Star Wars passed into popular culture to such an extent that references aren't really a badge of geekiness anymore? I mean, if I were quoting Star Trek...Everyone else, thanks. I do love my family.


(But Mike, you are right. Nerd love rules.)


Those sisters are precious! I am really happy they get along, and really so delighted to hear that your home is filled with laughter.

Becca, Jason, & Natalie

"As long as enjoying her wondrous life doesn't involve buying any more animatronic toys, that is."Ummm...te, he, he...You can beat me up later! Tell Anni to look for the UPSman (or girl) on Friday.


Here via One Tiny Voice, thinking of Annika and your family. How wonderful that you can find joy and laughter with each other. What beautiful, kind sisters you are raising.

Beanie Baby

This was great, Moreena. I laughed out loud. What great kids you have.


So happy you are enjoying some good times. Happy too to know that Anni is back in preschool! And that Frankie is pooping in the potty! LOLI'm with Catherine, you're raising too wonderful little girls there. tina


Thanks for visiting Moreena. Annika was definitely part of the inspiration for the site. If you would like to add anyone else to it let me know.onetinyvoice.blogspot.com


What a cute little personallity that little Frankie has. Sounds like something mine would come up with. Yeah for Annika starting school, and glad she is happy about it!


She's wiggling, skipping, hopping, twirling, and singing her way from the car to the classroom happy to be back.Awesome!!!After a particularly triumphant episode of pooping in the potty, she marched out of the bathroom swinging her arms like an enthusiastic drum major at the head of a parade (a poopy parade) Enthusiastic!!!...which made me laugh even harder. We may be parents constantly obsessed with our children, but at least we can still make jokes purely for each other's benefit. He's a keeper.I am so glad to hear that you are all feeling muuuch better!

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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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