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July 26, 2006


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Bless Frankie's soul, when she jumped in all nice. And bless Annika too, for not being jealous... Yay for sisters, hmm?

Bravo to Frankie! That is one adorable picture!

Phantom Scribbler

Damn, I'm impressed with Frankie's courage. Baby Blue is still in the I-don't-want-to-stick-my-hand-in-the-sprinkler stage.

Your stories about Annika's and Frankie's relationship choke me up more than just about anything.


It's a real testament to your parenting that the kids don't compete for attention. You must be quite wonderful. Clearly, they are also wonderful. What a wonderful family!


Lives certainly worth fighting for, and the daily reminder miracles still happen. I know this is all tough . . we have a daughter who has had 2 open heart surgeries, with more to eventually come. But worth all the struggles, doctor visits, and life in general, for the beautiful smiles and moments.

Another ClubMom Blogger,


You have two delicious daughters. I'm so impressed by Frankie's bravery. Muffin Man is not quite there yet.

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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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