Debby
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01: happy birthday, David! (2 comments)
02: David's check-up (2 comments)
02: snow (2 comments)
03: the flood (1 comments)
06: thank you allied insurance (2 comments)
06: mean teachers (0 comments)
08: temper tantrum (0 comments)
09: what David wants you to know (0 comments)
09: flood update (1 comments)
10: check your mirrors (3 comments)
11: for the last eight days (1 comments)
11: bio bags (1 comments)
12: 3 beautiful things today (0 comments)
12: David's phrases (0 comments)
12: David's words (2 comments)
12: Rose on Ariana (0 comments)
13: Rose's school concert (0 comments)
14: family dinner--a main predictor of academic success (3 comments)
17: Rose's art (0 comments)
18: Daddy's #1 (0 comments)
19: learning to read (3 comments)
20: solving Piglet's problem (0 comments)
24: christmas eve (1 comments)
25: Christmas fun and follies (0 comments)
31: croup (2 comments)
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People you'll meet in this blog:
Debby: That's me. I'm in my 40's, live in Seattle, within a twenty minute radius of my mother, father, sister, and friends who are family. I used to be a community college writing instructor. Now, I'm 90% at home parent and 10% writer, editor, tutor.
John: my partner, a fabulous cook. You could find out what we had for dinner by checking out his blog.
Rose 8/02: our daughter. Rose is shy, strong-willed, sweet, incredibly picky about food, kind of obsessive compulsive, loving, verbal, and has an excellent memory. She likes chocolate and playing on the rings. She really likes being with Miriam.
David 1/06: our son. David is easy going, likes to bang on drums and throw balls. He really likes being with Rose.
Julia: my sister. We live six blocks apart, talk on the phone five times a day, and have dinner together at least half the week.
Dan: Julia's husband. He reads the kids four bedtime books a night.
Miriam (2/02) and Ariana (5/04): my nieces. Sometimes there are tussles over who gets to carry the purse or who gets to be the mommy, but basically when the kids are together (almost daily), they disappear upstairs and play.
