Category: Baby
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When I was pregnant, a friend sent me back a few of the crocheted things I had made for her baby. At the time, I was puzzled. I had intended for her to keep them for keepsakes. Now, nearly three years, 2 houses and zero sleep later, I understand. Thank you. Thank you for knowing…
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The play area yesterday was crawling….with parents. The kids hardly had room to move, much less swing and jump. I remember French playgrounds where parents sat on the sidelines and had coffee and adult conversation while the kids sorted it out. I love you Vivi, but I find the playground incredibly boring, and I won’t…
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Spring came early this year, or so it felt as we were on the road heading south. The trees along the side of the road were nearly green when we made it to Berea, KY. Asheville, NC was our trip destination, but Berea became our favorite stop that we had made along the way. The…
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Viv: “I saw your trunk today Papa” Papa: “You saw my what?” Viv: “You have a trunk like an elephant!” Exit bathrobe, enter pants. Posted with Blogsy
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Just like Versailles, our favorite time at Biltmore was the gardens, not the house. And like every trip of my childhood, the warm sunny cobblestone courtyard with coffee and croissant was where we spent most of our time. I can’t recall how many museums and chateaus we never did enter…well, because we didn’t! But I…
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I enjoy getting Viv gussied up to visit Nonna…no one appreciates the cute tights, nice jackets and Italian baby boots like a Sicilian seamstress and shoemaker’s daughter. Last Sunday, when we dropped CiCi off for an afternoon with her, Nonna was in her morning duds. When we picked CiCi up in the afternoon, there was…
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Viv, with her pants off and a scarf on her head, carrying Papas belt, singing: “Jingle bells, jingle bells…” Papa: “Viv, that’s my belt.” “Jingle belt, jingle belt….” Posted with Blogsy
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Following family tradition, Viv has developed a cold and fever on Christmas Eve. Nothing serious, just enough to dampen her spirits a bit. On second thought, maybe a fever-mellowed toddler is a Christmas blessing! Posted with Blogsy
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Viv doesn’t “get” Christmas yet, but she does understand that something is in the air. She says the lights are pretty, wants to open pressies, and has stated cookie preferences. Just like her Papa.
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Viv : “I’m unhappy.” Me: “Why are you unhappy?” Viv: “I want chocolate milk.” Paulie, pouring: “Is it supposed to be lumpy?” Uh oh. Posted with Blogsy
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