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October 16, 2008

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Kyla

I bet you were sleeping a deeeep sleep. You needed it. It's okay that you didn't hear the phone. But I'm sure that didn't make her question feel any less stabby, though.

Lauren

Happy Un-Birthday to Anni! (I won't officially wish a birthday until she's ready!)
Moreena, I'm glad to hear that you were resting so deeply - you deserve it!
Love, Lauren

Mary O.

Happy un-birthday to Anni and the rest of you. I think you should move them all to November this year. Dare I say, she's not 7 anymore and even years are better years? :)

Academic

Oof is right. (hugs) to you. (happy unbirthday) and (MANY YEARS!) to Anni.

Songbird

A very merry un-birthday, indeed!

Amy

Yeah... that kicks me in my mommy gut. But she won't remember it... will she?

Happy Un-Birthday, Anni!!

Emma

Praying Anni has a very good not birthday. And an even better birthday when it comes around too.

jessica

oh MAN that's rough. But Moreena you have been there constantly and you are a Super Mom.

I also am glad you got some much-needed deep rest.

No birthday wishes yet, but just say when!

Tabatha

I have both good and bad hair, and you didn't offend me either way, so not to worry.

Looking forward to hearing about Annika's real birthday celebration when it comes around!

Pilgrim/Heretic

Happy not-quite-Anni's-birthday to you all!

jessica

By the way what is on Anni's birthday wish list? (um...stuff that money can buy sorta things)

:)

paige

Happy un-birthday Annika. I can't wait for the real celebration!!!!

Sorry last night was so hard for her.

iris

I think every mama knows how bad you must have felt about missing the phone call, and every mama knows that you'll do a much better job of being there for her after a good sleep. Don't beat yourself up about it. You are an AMAZING, SUPERSTAR kind of mama.

Kathryn

Bless her, and all of you...I'm hoping today is much easier for all concerned, and that Annika continues to move towards the point at which birthday celebrations will be both timely and appreciated.
Meanwhile - sharing your "ouch" but truly you did need that sleep.

Hannah

(o.k., I'll take back all my birthday wishes posted on your last post --- not really taking the wishes back, but the idea that today as anything like a birthday for Annika!)

Sorry to hear she had a rough night. In a way even more sorry that you did not hear the phone and she remembered that - but Jörg was there with her, which is good.

Hoping today is as good as a forbidden birthday can be.

ETB

Happy Birthday to Anni - and I'll say it again when the official celebration is decreed.

kathy a.

joining the merry un-birthday chorus!

sorry she had a rough time last night. the breathing tube has got to be difficult; hope she can get it out soon.

xoxox

Genevieve

A very happy pre-birthday to Annika!
And to you, you amazing mom.

Megan

Happy Birthday in a week or so Annika! I hope her awake time gets better.

moirasmom

Much love...you are doing a great job Moreena. Moira was told I was in the bathroom every time I stepped out...easier to snow a sedated 4 year old than your sedated 8 yr old...good luck, hugs!

Susan

happy unbirthday, Annika!

And I'm glad you got some good rest, even if it resulted in a gutwrenching question the next morning.

Phantom Scribbler

Ow. My gut hurts just reading that question. But you are a lot more "there" after getting some sleep, I bet.

Happy un-birthday to Annika!

bekala

one more time with the very merry unbirthday chorus for Annika! and a big hug to you, Moreena--like Iris said, you're more there with some good sleep behind you.

Shannon Flies

oh yes...ouch that hurt my heart too.

Poor things, both of you.

Happy birthday Annika.
Hang tight Moreena.
Thoughts of you all day. Each day.

Jozet at Halushki

Believe me...I could do with a good hair insult right now. It will spur me into action. My head is a mop.

Holding on to my "Happy Birthday" until Anni is ready!

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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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