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April 13, 2010


Steve Ferkau

You create the most beautifulest little videos -- you pick perfect music... You pick the funnest pictures... You write awesome captions... You always make my heart smile.

Thank you for doing it again...

Love, Steve


Oh, happy, happy spring to all of you. I can't believe how big the girls are getting!


Just exactly WHEN did Frankie grow up?!


Look at how big they are! Wow! We love the shark tank at the aquarium! We miss you guys SO much! Thanks for sharing!


I love the songs you choose. Thanks for updating. I've been following since the ClubMom days and I was just looking at Bloglines yesterday, wondering how you all are. I feel like I know you! And I love Anni's fashion sense--she's quite talented!


Steve: thank you!

Susan: I know--crazy!

Kyla: It must have happened when I wasn't looking.

Jenn: It's been too long, I know.

Aimee: She did this for an "Affordable Fashion Show" where all the outfits were somehow recycled from other stuff. I was super proud of her. Of course, she cut her thumb in the process of cutting the t-shirt. So I was also super proud of her for not squirting her gushy coumadin-thinned blood all over the nearly finished project.

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love it! how happy


DELICIOUS!!! Anni is quite the designer. They are both so full of VIM!

kathy a.

wonderful! hope annika's arm heals fast -- but it doesn't look like the cast is slowing her down much!




Wouldn't you know it, Anna got a cast too! She chose green, not sure why. She has always been a pink girl. Anyway Anna thought it was cool that Annika has a cast like hers.

That was a nice update. Hope to see you guys on Sunday!


Love the new haircut and Annika's sense of fashion! (Plus how 'no longer sulking' Frankie can look like she's now demonstrating at least the opposite of 'sulking'...)

Rev Dr Mom

Love Anni's outfit! She's inspired! And they are both so grown up!

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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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