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December 08, 2008

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liz

Mama certainly does like coffee!

Hannah

I look like this in the mornings, but I feel rather less colourful!

Sarah

Hey, looks a little like me after drinking coffee throughout the day!

Anni Metz

Happy Holidays to the Tiede family! I am SO THRILLED that everyone is doing well!

Also, as a fellow coffee fan, I need to share this: http://niemann.blogs.nytimes.com/2008/12/02/coffee/index.html?ref=opinion

Anni Metz

Happy Holidays to the Tiede family! I am SO THRILLED that everyone is doing well!

Also, as a fellow coffee fan, I need to share this: http://niemann.blogs.nytimes.com/2008/12/02/coffee/index.html?ref=opinion

Monica

I love that drawing!!!

Looks JUST LIKE YOU!!! (You know I am kidding, sis!)

...at least in your caffeine crazed state YOU don't feed YOUR children cat food! (I don't know if you remember that story, but I ran across it today while looking through some old files and couldn't resist telling it on my blog!) As I re-read my confession from eleven years ago, I had a light-bulb moment. For some reason, Darcy went from LOVING all things vegetable to hating all vegetables seemingly overnight...right around that very age, now that I think about it....scary...maybe it is MY fault my teenager won't touch vegetables now...maybe it all stems back to the night that she opted to eat the cat's food rather than face cold butter-beans!

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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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