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October 04, 2005



I do believe that Diddy Wah Diddy is in fact a country.I absolutely loved the first part of your post. I want that day, every day. The latter part...well isn't it just that way sometimes? You put it perfectly...Love, Crisis Style.

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Moreena, you have such a gift as a writer. The way you can make us all feel the whiplash...


I'm so sorry about the fighting part--but it just comes down to so much love for Anni. I know you will both come to a decision soon.Dance circles--I wanted pictures!


Your writing is so beautiful. I love living your days with you. Even when it's love...crises style.Hugs.


Updated to add an amusing link to Banaroo's translated German Amazon page. I love automatic translation.

Yankee T

So sorry about the "lash" part of whiplash, but I'm glad you have an outlet for all the stuff-good and bad. I love to read you! The girls are so adorable.


"He told me stories about his planetAcross the universeWith lots of fun we talked for hoursBut later on he had to leaveNow he is gone but I can still hearHis little melody"O.K. So just to clear up:Diddy wah Diddy is a country.And Dubi Dam Dam - Da Dubi Dibi Dam is a planet.Right?


Aw.....I can't believe how much stuff y'all are dealing with right now. Take care.


I bought two of those volcano things this summer. I think I paid $20 bucks each!


Rowan - You are too too funny!R2K - Thank you, and you're right...the stress and fighting does come down to loving Annika and our own uncertainty about what's best. Of course, we don't really have to make a decision. We know the surgery has to be done. It's just a matter of *how* we approach it, I guess. It sounds kind of crazy when I put it that way, now that I look at it.Elle - Yes, that's what they were normally around here, too. Luckily, though, our ToysRUs does some insanely deep discounts on summer stuff around early August, when there is, in fact, usually quite a lot of warm weather left. I usually convince the girls to wait until then. Sometimes I just pack it away in the garage unopened, so it feels like they're getting new stuff at the beginning of the next summer. But in case you hadn't noticed, I'm incredibly cheap and love bragging about my "deals." Annoying sometimes, I know.

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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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