Finley is pure gooey-grin-maker. Movie on 2010-12-04 at 09.43 #2* *And I’m a horsey-link-maker.
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Finley was scheduled for school five days a week. It was too much, she was too sleepy, the hours didn’t match, it didn’t feel right. I cut Fridays. It isn’t much, one day with 2.5 hours of just us. We enjoy a patchwork of me telecommuting and the two of us tangling legs on the ground and reading stories, inserting extra dialogue for the characters where we feel the author didn’t go far enough. Today we went downtown for soup. It’s just one day. Some days she makes it worth a lifetime.
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I love you all and am changed by you. Am better for having known you. But, oh, Fin, how you have amplified, enriched and heightened every thing we do and feel. You follow a different beat, you do. Row row row your boat, dropping down the street, mammary, mammary, mammary, mammary life is butts and dreams.
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It hit me shortly after dinner, a fast-moving veil enveloping my head and turning heavy and dark instantly, accompanied by a throbbing that sent piercing daggers of pain to my left ear and behind my right eye. A cold. I was annoyed, but if the last month has taught me anything itis that sometimes giving in from the start is more effective than putting up a fight against the inevitable. I trudged up to bed feeling sorry for myself. The night brought the usual interruptions—a night terror for Briar, trip to the bathroom from Ave and the molar-growing mews that have had Fin in our bed every night this summer. Each time I tapped Sean’s shoulder and pled for him to go. He did,…
Despite my desire to feel better, I am exhausted. Short of breath, unexpectedly dizzy and generally tentative as I still feel a little unsure of my body. Today was my first day back in the office and it took everything out of me and then some. I might have been here at home feeling ever so slightly sorry for myself. I want to go here with energy and a sparkle. I want to go for runs, swim in the lake and be able to lift whatever or whoever I want, when and how I want. Luckily I have slightly more commonsense as 37 looms ever closer and I have comedy. Pure, ’round the clock, irresistible slapstick and mayhem. Fin, the Mama Whisperer , is…
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