Bloggers do it all the time, taking the keyword searches used to find them and crafting, like the great chefs of the world, brilliant blogging material. I have yet to really do that, though I often blush at the google searches that lead people to me… The thing that has finally got me on this keyword search pony? The search for a friend. Someone is looking for my friend, and what a friend she is. So let’s turn this into a Public Friend Service Announcement. Deborah F. of Pownal, Vermont is brilliant. She’s got a razor sharp wit, a magic hand in the kitchen, a head that can do math and logsitics in a way that makes me worry that one day she’ll catch…
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Unless of course you are too riveted to the scene of twenty or so kids running around in loosely controlled mayhem to celebrate your first-born child’s birthday. I have a couple of blurry, back of the head shots and a weak battery to show in the way of pictures from yesterday’s 3rd birthday extravaganza. And you know what? I’m thrilled about it. There are certain moments in life that are better lived inside of themselves. So, in this world of sharing the technicolor glory of each moment let me say this, it was magic. Pure magic.
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Briar is three, three and a day. Yesterday was marked with the palest of pink streamers, decorate-your-own-cupcakes, complete with age-inappropriate spray and squirt icing, and a larger-than-life, climb inside and roll around, red ball. Red bags lined the step of the porch, each filled to overflow with candies and toys, the topper on each was a party hat, the girls’ version embellished with ribbons to look like a princess hat. There were tables, covered in pale pink, stacked with snacks and drinks. There were ribbons and ballons hanging from every conceivable perch. Watching Briar walk into the backyard wonderland was a bit like what I imagine arriving at the Mary Poppins carousel in the countryside experience might have been like: reverent, dizzy and filled…
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She being me, and there being here. I posted over at Moms Speak Up. Check it out, won’t you?
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I was enjoying this, then Dad came in…