<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2646432817517474365</id><updated>2026-09-07T11:01:43.439-05:00</updated><category term="America"/><category term="USA"/><category term="democracy"/><category term="Brokenness"/><category term="Chronic illness"/><category term="Doctoral Studies"/><category term="Goals"/><category term="Humanity"/><category term="Mom"/><category term="SLE"/><category term="Spirituality"/><category term="communication"/><title type='text'>MOM- My Own Mind</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog will be my reflections as I bring the diverse roles I play everyday together to better understand the world in which we live and how these roles come together to shape my approach in attempting to raise strong, healthy, confident children in today&#39;s world.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathy-momphd.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2646432817517474365/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathy-momphd.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2646432817517474365/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04281190432517856090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7R6A0uRLC_UfaAekk_duiSaSiPLIAOA1Vjq-QoC-VYm74niEJ1Hn-y9C01k1LPe0gG1TqoYUPaiJwtlRvoGHEHX1tckD0eIL9D_386O1uH4riG73Lm1NgSH62Kc81sg/s113/Profressional+Photo+2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>130</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2646432817517474365.post-5105836354905067431</id><published>2026-01-04T13:27:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2026-01-04T13:40:55.131-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Value Alignment in the New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style=&quot;background: none 0% 0% / auto repeat scroll padding-box border-box rgb(255, 255, 255); border-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.9); border-image: none 100% / 1 / 0 stretch; border-style: none; border-width: 0px; box-sizing: inherit; color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.9); counter-reset: list-1 0 list-2 0 list-3 0 list-4 0 list-5 0 list-6 0 list-7 0 list-8 0 list-9 0; cursor: text; font-family: -apple-system, system-ui, &amp;quot;system-ui&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Segoe UI&amp;quot;, Roboto, &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Fira Sans&amp;quot;, Ubuntu, Oxygen, &amp;quot;Oxygen Sans&amp;quot;, Cantarell, &amp;quot;Droid Sans&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Apple Color Emoji&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Segoe UI Emoji&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Segoe UI Emoji&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Segoe UI Symbol&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Lucida Grande&amp;quot;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; line-height: 1.5; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;&quot;&gt;As the sun sets on 2025 and we usher in a new year, I&#39;ve begun the ritual of reflecting on the past year and thinking intently about the upcoming year - a process that generally yields a new or renewed commitment to the achievement of specific goals borne out of that reflection. I have always viewed this as a healthy, comforting ritual that keeps me looking forward toward improvement. If I am thinking in depth and feeling ambitious, I think about goals across multiple spheres in my life - health, career, personal, spiritual, relational. This is where I often find myself at the start of the new year, and it has been a useful framework for establishing concrete steps that will help me form better, general habits in each area. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;background: none 0% 0% / auto repeat scroll padding-box border-box rgb(255, 255, 255); border-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.9); border-image: none 100% / 1 / 0 stretch; border-style: none; border-width: 0px; box-sizing: inherit; color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.9); counter-reset: list-1 0 list-2 0 list-3 0 list-4 0 list-5 0 list-6 0 list-7 0 list-8 0 list-9 0; cursor: text; font-family: -apple-system, system-ui, &amp;quot;system-ui&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Segoe UI&amp;quot;, Roboto, &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Fira Sans&amp;quot;, Ubuntu, Oxygen, &amp;quot;Oxygen Sans&amp;quot;, Cantarell, &amp;quot;Droid Sans&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Apple Color Emoji&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Segoe UI Emoji&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Segoe UI Emoji&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Segoe UI Symbol&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Lucida Grande&amp;quot;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; line-height: 1.5; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;&quot;&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;box-sizing: inherit;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;background: none 0% 0% / auto repeat scroll padding-box border-box rgb(255, 255, 255); border-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.9); border-image: none 100% / 1 / 0 stretch; border-style: none; border-width: 0px; box-sizing: inherit; color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.9); counter-reset: list-1 0 list-2 0 list-3 0 list-4 0 list-5 0 list-6 0 list-7 0 list-8 0 list-9 0; cursor: text; font-family: -apple-system, system-ui, &amp;quot;system-ui&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Segoe UI&amp;quot;, Roboto, &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Fira Sans&amp;quot;, Ubuntu, Oxygen, &amp;quot;Oxygen Sans&amp;quot;, Cantarell, &amp;quot;Droid Sans&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Apple Color Emoji&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Segoe UI Emoji&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Segoe UI Emoji&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Segoe UI Symbol&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Lucida Grande&amp;quot;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; line-height: 1.5; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;&quot;&gt;The last few years I&#39;ve been less inspired by the process, feeling something important was missing but never quite sure what.&amp;nbsp;As I began my process for 2026, I suddenly saw it: it was&amp;nbsp;fragmented. This framework had me setting and chasing different goals across different spheres of my life. Though certainly helpful, that approach can only ever get me so far because by establishing disparate goals I was failing to acknowledge what lies beneath and connects them: my values and how I live them.  My old process failed to acknowledge the deeper purpose of and interconnections between my goals - the evaluation, (re)assertion, and enactment of my values across all spheres of my life. Though promoting growth generally, it inhibited my ability to achieve&amp;nbsp;alignment&amp;nbsp;in my life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;background: none 0% 0% / auto repeat scroll padding-box border-box rgb(255, 255, 255); border-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.9); border-image: none 100% / 1 / 0 stretch; border-style: none; border-width: 0px; box-sizing: inherit; color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.9); counter-reset: list-1 0 list-2 0 list-3 0 list-4 0 list-5 0 list-6 0 list-7 0 list-8 0 list-9 0; cursor: text; font-family: -apple-system, system-ui, &amp;quot;system-ui&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Segoe UI&amp;quot;, Roboto, &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Fira Sans&amp;quot;, Ubuntu, Oxygen, &amp;quot;Oxygen Sans&amp;quot;, Cantarell, &amp;quot;Droid Sans&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Apple Color Emoji&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Segoe UI Emoji&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Segoe UI Emoji&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Segoe UI Symbol&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Lucida Grande&amp;quot;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; line-height: 1.5; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;background: none 0% 0% / auto repeat scroll padding-box border-box rgb(255, 255, 255); border-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.9); border-image: none 100% / 1 / 0 stretch; border-style: none; border-width: 0px; box-sizing: inherit; color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.9); counter-reset: list-1 0 list-2 0 list-3 0 list-4 0 list-5 0 list-6 0 list-7 0 list-8 0 list-9 0; cursor: text; font-family: -apple-system, system-ui, &amp;quot;system-ui&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Segoe UI&amp;quot;, Roboto, &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Fira Sans&amp;quot;, Ubuntu, Oxygen, &amp;quot;Oxygen Sans&amp;quot;, Cantarell, &amp;quot;Droid Sans&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Apple Color Emoji&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Segoe UI Emoji&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Segoe UI Emoji&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Segoe UI Symbol&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Lucida Grande&amp;quot;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; line-height: 1.5; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;&quot;&gt;My new year&#39;s reflection this year is centered in comprehensive value alignment. I am&amp;nbsp;identifying areas of my life that are already well-aligned, identifying areas that could be strengthened in their alignment, and identifying areas that need to be (re)aligned. From there, I am assessing what (re)alignment looks like in area and setting my goals accordingly. So far, this process has been far more inspiring, productive, and grounding. It feels far less constrained and more centered in possibilities.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlIEa2-wIrksE0bbp2vF3LLMVEEU_1PYmbE9a3Bef2-cSxg_GWpYQEKo8RTIINhPf33t06hibfb8PZ5UDR6B3DnV8G-es4qkEyj8vHouGdpWw-D7LX0JwjXHse0F6IXMIR7mn2se2cnxcZ9coAETs5XyEJdh-f3tLcVmFWypz3PSBEpALA6Y42IPrxZ0Nh/s4032/IMG_6999.jpeg&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;3024&quot; data-original-width=&quot;4032&quot; height=&quot;382&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlIEa2-wIrksE0bbp2vF3LLMVEEU_1PYmbE9a3Bef2-cSxg_GWpYQEKo8RTIINhPf33t06hibfb8PZ5UDR6B3DnV8G-es4qkEyj8vHouGdpWw-D7LX0JwjXHse0F6IXMIR7mn2se2cnxcZ9coAETs5XyEJdh-f3tLcVmFWypz3PSBEpALA6Y42IPrxZ0Nh/w510-h382/IMG_6999.jpeg&quot; width=&quot;510&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathy-momphd.blogspot.com/feeds/5105836354905067431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathy-momphd.blogspot.com/2026/01/value-alignment-in-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2646432817517474365/posts/default/5105836354905067431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2646432817517474365/posts/default/5105836354905067431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathy-momphd.blogspot.com/2026/01/value-alignment-in-new-year.html' title='Value Alignment in the New Year'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04281190432517856090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7R6A0uRLC_UfaAekk_duiSaSiPLIAOA1Vjq-QoC-VYm74niEJ1Hn-y9C01k1LPe0gG1TqoYUPaiJwtlRvoGHEHX1tckD0eIL9D_386O1uH4riG73Lm1NgSH62Kc81sg/s113/Profressional+Photo+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlIEa2-wIrksE0bbp2vF3LLMVEEU_1PYmbE9a3Bef2-cSxg_GWpYQEKo8RTIINhPf33t06hibfb8PZ5UDR6B3DnV8G-es4qkEyj8vHouGdpWw-D7LX0JwjXHse0F6IXMIR7mn2se2cnxcZ9coAETs5XyEJdh-f3tLcVmFWypz3PSBEpALA6Y42IPrxZ0Nh/s72-w510-h382-c/IMG_6999.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2646432817517474365.post-4588979544723120511</id><published>2022-10-16T20:48:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2022-10-16T21:09:31.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude for Imperfection</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Tonight I am reflecting on the beauty - and the necessity - of our imperfection. There isn&#39;t a single human being on earth that can understand the grand design - the totality of life - the wonder of our existence -&amp;nbsp; by themselves. Not a single one. We simply do not have the capacity to understand this on our own - independent of others. We were built for connection. We were built for love. We cannot thrive absent it - we cannot survive absent it - and we cannot achieve absent it. We were built to help make each other more perfect - You see, our imperfections serve a critical purpose - they are where we are most prompted to narrate our lives - understand, explain, account, make sense. They are where we have the opportunity to become vulnerable - to open up space for others. Our imperfections create space for connection with others, and our connection with others is the only path to love. It is through our imperfections, not despite them, that we can find and grow in love and begin to understand the world in ways that extend beyond our individual capacities.&amp;nbsp; I wrote something about &lt;a href=&quot;https://kathy-momphd.blogspot.com/2020/12/interconnectedness-personal.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;inter-connectedness a while back in a blog pos&lt;/a&gt;t. I keep coming back to this in my thinking, and have since advanced in my thinking with this additional thought (after having returned to Buber, picked up Gutíerez, read Tutu and the Dalai Lama, and re-visited CS Lewis):&amp;nbsp; It is in this space of imperfection, this space that we actively narrate, that we are most primed to meet the Other. And in meeting the Other in this space, we have the opportunity to meet the Divine. So, I am learning to be grateful for my imperfections - to embrace them- and I am doing it despite living in a societal system that not only discourage - but often shames them. May we all embrace our own (and others&#39;) imperfections as opportunities -gifts, really - for the connection we need, the love we were created for, and the growth to which we aspire.&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathy-momphd.blogspot.com/feeds/4588979544723120511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathy-momphd.blogspot.com/2022/10/gratitude-for-imperfection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2646432817517474365/posts/default/4588979544723120511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2646432817517474365/posts/default/4588979544723120511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathy-momphd.blogspot.com/2022/10/gratitude-for-imperfection.html' title='Gratitude for Imperfection'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04281190432517856090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7R6A0uRLC_UfaAekk_duiSaSiPLIAOA1Vjq-QoC-VYm74niEJ1Hn-y9C01k1LPe0gG1TqoYUPaiJwtlRvoGHEHX1tckD0eIL9D_386O1uH4riG73Lm1NgSH62Kc81sg/s113/Profressional+Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2646432817517474365.post-5424356866871634901</id><published>2022-03-01T08:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2022-03-01T08:58:43.300-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grace and Generosity?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;There&#39;s been a good deal of criticism around the word and concept of &quot;resilience&quot; in the last year or so - and while I do think we need to continue to recognize the benefits of resilience in the face of adversity,&amp;nbsp; I think its equally important to problematize the idea, particularly absent boundaries or clear parameters. Resilience should be a short term solution to adversity - when it becomes an expected, ongoing response, suddenly patterns and expectations change, and conditions that were once considered exceptionally adverse for which exceptional resilience was required become the norm - a taken for granted state of being that we are all expected to navigate as a part of regular, every day life. In short, resilience without limits can and does change systems in ways that are less just and humane, creating a new normal that imposes unrealistic expectations on those within it. It&#39;s an important critique.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The same is true in our relationships with others. Relationships emerge in and through interactions - through interaction patterns. We&#39;ve encouraged grace and generosity in our interpretations of others&#39; behavior in interacting with us, we are all going through a lot and so should cut one another some slack. We&#39;re stressed, tired, anxious, not ourselves - we should let things go in our interactions with others that we might otherwise call out. Again, this has all been good - an important move in a time of exceptional stress situated in intersecting crises. Though, in the same way we need to be mindful of how our understanding of resilience changes the material conditions in which we live, we need to just as mindful of the way our relationships are impacted by these moves over time.&amp;nbsp; This presumption of grace and generosity was important in the early days of what we&#39;ve endured - and as time has gone on and this has continued to be the expectation, I&#39;m noticing a clear pattern of relational change in some of the relationships in which I&#39;ve been providing the most grace and understanding. What was once an exception has served to re-define these relationships in ways that are, at times, unacceptable to me. It&#39;s not surprising - 2 years is a long time and certainly a time frame in which new relational patterns develop. When these remain un-checked in the name of being generous or giving grace for that length of time, things change dramatically - and we need to reckon with the impact of these changes, one way or another.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathy-momphd.blogspot.com/feeds/5424356866871634901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathy-momphd.blogspot.com/2022/03/grace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2646432817517474365/posts/default/5424356866871634901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2646432817517474365/posts/default/5424356866871634901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathy-momphd.blogspot.com/2022/03/grace.html' title='Grace and Generosity?'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04281190432517856090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7R6A0uRLC_UfaAekk_duiSaSiPLIAOA1Vjq-QoC-VYm74niEJ1Hn-y9C01k1LPe0gG1TqoYUPaiJwtlRvoGHEHX1tckD0eIL9D_386O1uH4riG73Lm1NgSH62Kc81sg/s113/Profressional+Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2646432817517474365.post-5034823219936982819</id><published>2021-05-16T21:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2021-05-16T21:53:55.851-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Brief Reflection on Milestones</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;These last few weeks have been increasingly emotional as I prepare for my eldest&#39;s high school graduation and my youngest&#39;s 8th grade graduation. 4 years ago, as she was starting high school, I was caught off guard by how impacted I, as a parent, was during this transition. One moment, I was fine...just a regular Mom preparing for the next new thing in my kids&#39; life. And the next minute, Wow. I was a mess. I wasn&#39;t at all prepared for the onslaught of emotions, insecurities, struggle, questions, and straight up panic this move would usher into my life. I mean, I figured high schoolers go through these things, but PARENTS of high schoolers? That was super unexpected. She was fine--I was a mess.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I remember the week of Orientation, just before classes started shifting from excited and supportive Mom ready for this new stage of life to suddenly feeling totally lost--adrift in a sea of utter chaos--as my daughter was about to embark on a stage of life for which, yet again, I had no real road map. I mean, I didn&#39;t do high school all that well myself, now I have to guide someone else through it?? I couldn&#39;t shake the feeling that there was no way I was going to be able to protect her from all of these new problems and challenges. And, cognitively, I knew that wasn&#39;t the goal. Cognitively, I was excited for all the new opportunities and challenges, and growth that was sure to come. But emotionally, boy, my heart was not getting the message. I looked at the halls of that high school and figured they were just going to swallow her up while I stood outside smiling and waving, totally helpless to stop it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The thing is, I had invested so much of myself in their lives up to this point, and I suddenly realized that this was about to look a lot different. The unshakeable feeling that our relationship was about to change forever--and in ways I could never even hope to predict. Our nice, neat little life--all three kids in one school, lots of family time, game nights, regular after school talks--it was all about to change. And then my panic got worse--I suddenly realized that in just a few short years she would be graduating from HS and moving away and it was all about to be over and....See? I told you. I really did start to spiral there as a parent for a minute.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But, like most things and like most parents do, I quickly got over it.&amp;nbsp; I soon embraced the new experiences, joys, struggles, heartaches, and triumphs that came along with this new stage of life. They come at you pretty fast! Things did change, as they should, but that change ushered in a whole new set of wonderful experiences and surprises along the way. I was able to step back, relax a little, and watch her soar on her own. What she needed from me was simply space. She needed space to grow--to make her own choices, to solve her own problems, to craft her own life. She needed me to support her--just more at a distance. I quickly realized that it was that space that provided the opportunity for our relationship to grow, as I should have known it would, and suddenly I was learning, right along with her, all about this amazing young woman she was becoming.&amp;nbsp; Over these last four years, I have had the privilege of watching her wrestle with the world around her, explore new interests, discard old ones, think things through, make decisions, solve problems, stand up for what she believes in. I&#39;ve seen her show grace and empathy, strength and unapologetic confidence, and humility. I&#39;ve seen her reject toxicity and hate and embrace warmth and love. I&#39;ve seen her challenge others in productive ways. I&#39;ve seen her admit her mistakes and learn from them. And, as I&#39;ve watched her struggle, grow, and ultimately, shine, I&#39;ve come to admire her in ways beyond what I could have possibly imagined four years ago.&amp;nbsp; What I knew back then, but struggled to accept, was that letting go and embracing change was the healthiest thing I could do as a parent. As we face yet another transition, I am faced with the same dilemma--knowing I have to let go, but scared to do so. This time, though, this reflection provides me with at least the makings of a map.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At any rate, as I made a video for her graduation coming up this week, and I&#39;m posting it here really for myself, as a way to preserve it in this blog that has developed as a catalogue of my own growth over the years.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot; allowtransparency=&quot;true&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;360&quot; mozallowfullscreen=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://app.vidgrid.com/embed/irxVk9NfbvlO&quot; style=&quot;background-color: transparent;&quot; title=&quot;Julia Graduation 2021_Final&quot; webkitallowfullscreen=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;640&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;
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It&#39;s a fascinating thing to contemplate, especially in a time of such divisiveness and polarization. As a scholar of communication, I view our interactions with others as the building blocks of our socially constructed reality and I believe no paradigm provides an inclusive, holistic view/understanding of the world. As a Catholic and person of faith, I believe that the world is much bigger and more meaningful than my individual life and I&amp;nbsp; recognize and humbly accept the limitations of singular human understanding. Thus, it is my firm belief that, as humans, we are incapable of knowing the truth independent of one another, yet we are obligated to work toward understanding it together. With these particular set of beliefs and commitments, it&#39;s hard to get away from the fact that we are all architects in humanity&#39;s grand design--or individual weavers in the tapestry of human experience. This imagery--an ever-evolving tapestry representing the co-creation of humanity, or the human experience, to which we all contribute via the choices we make in interacting with one another--is one that has stuck with me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We are, however, weaving (or building, if you like that metaphor better) largely blind to one another, and often hinder and actively work against one another by devaluing and/or dismissing each other in that process. Worse, we are blind to our own role in the process, and often work against ourselves-getting in our own way via self-doubt, with a singular focus on individual needs and concerns (what I call toxic individualism), etc. For example, in our mundane, day to day interactions, we&amp;nbsp; have built--called into being--co-created--the social structures that maintain divisions between us rather than break barriers down to allow for the kinds of connections that would break us out of our limited understandings and challenge us to create a new, more meaningfully connected world. We participate in this without thinking. When we do think about it, we don&#39;t do so critically. If we recognize it, we may decide we are powerless to change and so absolve ourselves from doing so. Worse, we often fight to maintain those divisions and the social hierarchies they support as a way to protect our own interests. As we go about our daily lives, our goals are most often focused on the material needs of the lives we&#39;ve created in connection with family and friends, co-workers and colleagues. These needs differ based on our position in the hierarchy, that we&#39;ve created and perpetuated, along with the circumstances of our lives.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Often, we are just trying to manage our daily commitments and obligations with very little thought to any kind of bigger picture--other than a drive toward material success. Others are simply trying to survive until the next day. Our day to day interactions with others are about securing our basic needs and/or advancing our material goals, with little to no thought about anything else. This is true for all of us with the demands of daily life, but particularly true for those living in or near poverty, with addiction, with chronic illness, in abusive and/or other perilous situations, just to name a few of the many, many things that make life particularly difficult. The needs and demands of our lives and the struggles that we&#39;ve been challenged by demand our attention--often ALL of our attention. And the interactions we have with others as we navigate these challenges construct our view and experience of the world that we inhabit--and the worlds these others with whom we interact inhabit with and for others in their lives. Each interaction we engage in those day to day moments serve not only to help us to get through and navigate these moments, but they also work toward constructing/perpetuating/potentially challenging the systems and structures in which we work and live. In that way, we are all responsible for these structures and the social hierarchies, advantages, and disadvantages that they create. So, just one example. Each time we witness an act of discrimination (or look past one) and say nothing because we&#39;re too busy or too concerned with the impact speaking up would have on our ability to meet our material needs, we contribute to the structures that inflict the inequity. Whether we intend to or not. We just do. We build it, along with every other person participating in society, through our interactions. Each time we benefit from the hierarchy that we work within over someone else and say nothing, we are perpetuating that structure. We are responsible for it. So, this part of my reflection speaks directly to the heart of who I am as an academic. But more than that, it speaks to who I am as a person of faith.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I see each of these interactions as contributing to this larger &quot;fabric of humanity&quot; that we are all co-creating together, whether we realize it or not.&amp;nbsp; And often I fear that the fabric we are creating together in our interactions with our fellow humans is not one of which we should be proud. I know there are times in my life as I reflect back in which my contributions were less than stellar, and often misguided and hurtful to the larger picture of humanity.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So what does this fabric look like? Honestly, I don&#39;t know. I suppose it would be tough to know, as it is constantly being (re)created. Perhaps I&#39;ll never know, but I have faith that God will reveal it to me at some point in my next life. I would guess it has the potential to be more beautiful than anything I&#39;ve ever seen or could possibly imagine. It&#39;s as unique and diverse as the world itself is. And each person will have contributed to it from the moment their life begins until the moment they die. The struggle, though, is how many of the most beautiful parts will be featured, and how many will be muted? And, central to my personal reflection here, what role do my contributions have in complementing the larger beautiful picture of ALL of humankind?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here&#39;s what I believe. Though we cannot possibly see the tapestry in its entirety, I have faith that we&#39;re creating it. Together. And I believe we see tiny, tiny glimpses of our contributions to this fabric in the moments when we are made aware of the importance and impact of one of our day to day interactions on another&#39;s life--whether that&#39;s positive or negative.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes we get word that something we said in an interaction years ago had a powerful impact on someone in a way we could not have possibly known. Maybe it helped them to see their personal value. Maybe it caused them to change their life path. Perhaps it hurt them deeply. Perhaps it silenced them. Marginalized them. Perhaps it centered them. Elevated them. Perhaps it strengthened them. These moments of clarity and realization, for me, are a tiny glimpse of the divine--a tiny glimpse at a fragment of the larger tapestry we are all weaving. Just a momentary glimpse that, if we&#39;re paying attention, we can recognize as Hope. It&#39;s the best we&#39;ll get until we are blessed to see more.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It&#39;s important to realize that this tapestry we are creating, blindly and largely unintentionally, is not perfect. It&#39;s not intended to be perfect. We&#39;re human, after all. But, it&#39;s indescribably beautiful because it&#39;s each and every one of us. It&#39;s hard to fathom that something so important is being created by so many as an afterthought, or worse, unbeknownst to us. But, I truly believe that it is, and that it is our most important project. Despite this, I myself have not been regularly committed to its intentional creation. Though I do think about it somewhat regularly, I have not done so as often as I should. Therefore, my goal for 2021 is to be more intentional about and mindful of my contributions to this work of art that we are all creating. I don&#39;t know exactly what that means yet--but I do know that it starts with a humble recognition that my view and contribution is limited, and no more or less important than any other contributor to this fabric, and continues with a genuine curiosity about the partial, tiny views that can be afforded if I truly listen to my fellow human beings across diverse positions and experiences.&amp;nbsp;From there, I can figure out how humility and curiosity can translate into day to day mindful and intentional action that both directly and indirectly supports the myriad of diverse contributions to the creation of this beautiful and elusive tapestry, many of which I will admittedly not understand because of the inherent limitations of the human experience--but that I will love and respect, to create something beyond any of us. That&#39;s at least a place to start.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3xsB6_q8zhB-Q6ggUlLV33z46oUZGeFU8MhIpNDwqAPV1DKU6R3y3HpyAGXsboVROHKB-8bMODWzzcgQkfsvkFKjypKMn-Utj0JvHBe_fqDeFuJUEHK99Tn28le2pjZx0IWCoxBIkoyOb/&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1232&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1088&quot; height=&quot;305&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3xsB6_q8zhB-Q6ggUlLV33z46oUZGeFU8MhIpNDwqAPV1DKU6R3y3HpyAGXsboVROHKB-8bMODWzzcgQkfsvkFKjypKMn-Utj0JvHBe_fqDeFuJUEHK99Tn28le2pjZx0IWCoxBIkoyOb/w269-h305/Screen+Shot+2020-12-26+at+2.19.20+PM.png&quot; width=&quot;269&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathy-momphd.blogspot.com/feeds/1901822247033236005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathy-momphd.blogspot.com/2020/12/interconnectedness-personal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2646432817517474365/posts/default/1901822247033236005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2646432817517474365/posts/default/1901822247033236005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathy-momphd.blogspot.com/2020/12/interconnectedness-personal.html' title='Interconnectedness: A Personal Philosophical and Spiritual Reflection Moving into 2021'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04281190432517856090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7R6A0uRLC_UfaAekk_duiSaSiPLIAOA1Vjq-QoC-VYm74niEJ1Hn-y9C01k1LPe0gG1TqoYUPaiJwtlRvoGHEHX1tckD0eIL9D_386O1uH4riG73Lm1NgSH62Kc81sg/s113/Profressional+Photo+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3xsB6_q8zhB-Q6ggUlLV33z46oUZGeFU8MhIpNDwqAPV1DKU6R3y3HpyAGXsboVROHKB-8bMODWzzcgQkfsvkFKjypKMn-Utj0JvHBe_fqDeFuJUEHK99Tn28le2pjZx0IWCoxBIkoyOb/s72-w269-h305-c/Screen+Shot+2020-12-26+at+2.19.20+PM.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2646432817517474365.post-7945894130842829607</id><published>2019-12-22T14:53:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2019-12-22T21:16:25.828-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Grief</title><content type='html'>Every Christmas I strive to take time out of the busy-ness of the season to really take in and appreciate the beauty in the spiritual meaning of this holiday for me as a Catholic. My goal, every year, is to have a spiritually rich and meaningful Christmas. Each year, I have varying degrees of success, and this year, I am failing miserably. It&#39;s not that I haven&#39;t tried. I lie awake at night reflecting on the meaning of the season, and, inevitably, I start to think of my Mom and how much she loved this season to her very core. We lost her &lt;a href=&quot;https://kathy-momphd.blogspot.com/2019/06/i-can-feel-love-all-around-me.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;June 18th&lt;/a&gt; of this past year. I remember her beautiful smile, I see her joy-filled eyes, and I hear her laughter. And I miss her. Terribly. I start to feel the intense ache in my heart of having her gone, and I begin to cry.&lt;br /&gt;
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I know I&#39;m supposed let these emotions come and give them the space that they need. I know I&#39;m supposed to cry when I feel like crying. I know I&#39;m supposed to not feel guilty about it. But, the reality is, I&#39;m also supposed to embody the joy of this season for my family. It&#39;s what she always did for me, and it&#39;s what I want to do for them. The problem is, I don&#39;t feel joy. To be honest, I don&#39;t feel much at all, because whenever I allow myself to get emotional, it&#39;s overwhelming grief. So I turn it off, and I check the boxes off my To-Do list. I don&#39;t want to cry through our traditions. I don&#39;t want to bring my family down. I don&#39;t want them focused on my intense sorrow. I want them to be joyful, and to feel love and warmth. &lt;br /&gt;
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The thing about this is, I had a plan for the grief going into this Christmas. Early in the season of Advent, I told myself this would be a difficult Christmas, so I developed a plan to help me manage it. It centered on staying busy, finding ways to honor my Mom, taking comfort and finding joy in memories, and enjoying the special moments in Christmas as they happen. Things were going really well for a while. I was staying busy, enjoying little moments, checking off my to do list.&lt;br /&gt;
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As we draw closer to Christmas, however, it&#39;s become increasingly clear that while I could embrace the secular part of Christmas without much difficulty through the grief,&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m virtually incapable of opening myself up spiritually without breaking down into tears. I can&#39;t get through a Mass without crying, unless I just go through the motions and don&#39;t think about it. I can&#39;t pray without sobbing, unless it&#39;s an often recited prayer I repeat without thinking about it. I&#39;m incapable of making a meaningful confession at the moment. I know this is part of it--but it&#39;s not a part I want my family to have to experience. I don&#39;t want them to have to bear witness to my pain during a time in which they should all be feeling so much joy and love. I want to share in happy memories of Mom without complicating them with tears.&amp;nbsp; This post is the most reflection I have been able to muster this holiday season, and, I guess it&#39;s something. Better than nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;
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Complicating things, this grief creates an invisible barrier to connections with those around me. It&#39;s difficult to feel connected when you are struggling through managing unpredictable emotions. It&#39;s easier, and often more comfortable, to avoid people or to embrace surface level talk rather than making deep, meaningful connections. Sadly, these are the kinds of connections those who are grieving need. Grief at the holidays is a real thing--something I&#39;ve always known and tried to respect in those around me, but that I&#39;ve not experienced personally until this Christmas. It&#39;s a real struggle. My hope and prayer is that my holiday grief will eventually become a sort of holiday gift for me in Christmases to come. Something that helps me to keep my Mom close in the times that were most special to her.&lt;br /&gt;
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To all those who are grieving this Christmas--I see you. I finally see you. And I hope you find beauty in your grief, and that you are surrounded by love.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathy-momphd.blogspot.com/feeds/7945894130842829607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathy-momphd.blogspot.com/2019/12/holiday-grief.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2646432817517474365/posts/default/7945894130842829607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2646432817517474365/posts/default/7945894130842829607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathy-momphd.blogspot.com/2019/12/holiday-grief.html' title='Holiday Grief'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04281190432517856090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7R6A0uRLC_UfaAekk_duiSaSiPLIAOA1Vjq-QoC-VYm74niEJ1Hn-y9C01k1LPe0gG1TqoYUPaiJwtlRvoGHEHX1tckD0eIL9D_386O1uH4riG73Lm1NgSH62Kc81sg/s113/Profressional+Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2646432817517474365.post-8605330882595868881</id><published>2019-06-18T18:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2019-06-19T10:37:51.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Life Lived in Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0ICQEFvej6Dv3SG3AWcnGxo06EhuaOS7K-_FchD_-hpYO3sjR6BlfrmQvJdHdOAIIOenqWB8Ifi1R1nrwLC1BYHhbJ-trcKru7l4RneVVz79p_jIfhuWhGNwy-bkDgUllHxVHApXuawy7/s1600/Screen+Shot+2019-06-18+at+11.09.16+AM.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1192&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1536&quot; height=&quot;248&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0ICQEFvej6Dv3SG3AWcnGxo06EhuaOS7K-_FchD_-hpYO3sjR6BlfrmQvJdHdOAIIOenqWB8Ifi1R1nrwLC1BYHhbJ-trcKru7l4RneVVz79p_jIfhuWhGNwy-bkDgUllHxVHApXuawy7/s320/Screen+Shot+2019-06-18+at+11.09.16+AM.png&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;When
 someone you love to the core of your being passes from this life to the
 next, there is no road map to follow that can help you navigate the minefield of emotions, fears, deep sorrows, anxieties, and crippling grief. We lost my Mom today at 9:40am. She took her last breath just after we all said good-bye. My relationship with my Mom has always been close, one in 
which we could talk about any and everything--from plans for the day, laughing about goofy things we did or saw, to &quot;kitchen 
talk&quot; (things not meant for ears outside our family), heavy 
conversations about faith, morality, spirituality, and world affairs, to
 silly observations --and we thoroughly and genuinely enjoyed one another through it 
all. She had a beautiful spirit, one that immediately put others at ease and drew people to her. She has stood by all of 
us throughout our lives, in joyful times and in sorrowful times. She has
 helped us work through our problems, stood by us in our mistakes, 
celebrated our accomplishments with us, and prayed for us dail&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;y.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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 of my fondest early childhood memories is really more of a feeling. A 
feeling of love, safety, and security. When I think of my childhood, one scene 
always pops into my mind: it&#39;s around 6pm, early October. It&#39;s getting dark, and Dad is not yet
 home from work, but will be soon. Mom is in the kitchen, making 
dinner--fried chicken, to be exact. I am laying on the floor in the 
family room watching WKRP in Cincinnati. I can hear the chicken sizzle in the pan and I can smell it cooking. I can hear Mom singing softly, laughing to herself. I&#39;m hoping that Dad will light a fire in the fireplace when he gets home so I can warm my feet by it. When Dad walks in the door from the garage, he&#39;s carrying the pumpkin we will later carve into a Jack-O-Lantern. I
 am anxiously awaiting an evening together with our family by the fireplace.&amp;nbsp; That moment--that scene--represents for me the feeling of&amp;nbsp; being truly loved, secure, and supported throughout my childhood. I have drawn from this memory time and again to shape my own approach to parenting and to building a family. My Mom and Dad gave the precious, priceless gift of
 unconditional love to me, and to all of us. That gift helped me to feel
 so safe and secure in the home they created for us, to grow in love and
 confidence and support, and to look for that in my marriage and to 
provide that to my own kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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 parents and I have been blessed to remain close over the years, and as a
 result I was able to hear Mom&#39;s laughter every day.&amp;nbsp; That laughter filled me with joy--I loved to hear her laugh. She reminded me to not take life so seriously all the time, to stop and remember to be joyful amidst the chaos of life--to &lt;i&gt;pick the daisies&lt;/i&gt;. The special moments, 
the laughter, the tears, the celebrations, the trips we&#39;ve taken 
together, the early morning coffee talks, the late night talks, the 
thoughtful discussions about faith and world issues, the everyday 
conversations --all 
of these things have provided me and my family with beautiful memories 
to carry with us and to sustain us. These conversations, these moments, 
these precious memories that my husband and I and our three children 
share will be one of the ways she continues to live on in our family 
and, through our relationships with others, in the world around us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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 ago, in 2001, about a year after Jason and I were married, I was in 
graduate school, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;earning my Master&#39;s Degree with the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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straight into my doctoral course work. Our thought was that we would 
begin our family after I had finished my education. One Sunday morning, 
as Jason and I sat in Mass at St. Mary&#39;s, the priest was giving his 
homily. I cannot remember what the homily was all about, but I do 
remember a powerful pull--a distinct sense that I was being called to 
Motherhood. I had never had an experience like that before, though 
knew with 100% certainty that it was real and something I needed to 
heed. So, Jason and I went out for lunch after Mass and talked it over, 
and ultimately decided that it was far more important to us that our 
parents know our children--their grandchildren--than it was for my 
parents to see me earn a doctoral degree. We were blessed to start our 
family later that year. I had three kids--Julia, Tyler, 
and Ava. Because of that decision, and by the grace of God, my 
Mom was not only able to watch my children grow, she was able to develop
 beautiful relationships with each of them, a gift beyond measure. 
Though I had a small inkling of the importance of this at the time, I 
could not have possibly imagined the magnitude of it then. Grandma and 
Poppa are a part of their lives--their past, their present, and as a 
result, their future, and my Mom will live on in our family forever in 
our stories and in memories of ordinary and special moments 
filled with love.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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 Mom also was able to see me earn a PhD and achieve a life-long dream to
 become a professor, something far less important than her knowing and 
loving my children, but special to me nonetheless, particularly given 
her support of me in pursuing that goal. She has always believed in and 
supported each of us kids, and, in my case, that love and support was 
instrumental in helping me to achieve this goal. I am so grateful she 
got to see it happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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 and Dad spent many winters together in Florida, enjoying the sunshine, 
white beaches, and ocean waves. They always welcomed their family to 
join them, and Jason and I were fortunate to be able to take the kids to
 visit them on two separate visits. These are some of our most treasured
 vacations. Mom loved to share their time in Florida with her family, 
and she especially enjoyed sharing this with her grandkids and watching 
the wonder in their eyes and joy on their faces as they experienced 
seeing the ocean and playing on the white sandy beaches. Mom and Dad 
have seen each of my children come into this world, enjoyed pre-school 
and grade school programs, ball games, celebrated sacraments, holidays, 
birthdays, and just everyday life--my kids have grown up knowing what a 
special woman their grandmother is, sharing in her life and in her joy, 
and I can think of no greater gift than that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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 Mom has always seen the beauty in the simplest things. Like her own 
Mother, she believed in the importance of appreciating life, telling us often t&lt;i&gt;o stop&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;and pick the 
daisies&lt;/i&gt;--to stop and enjoy life as we live it. She understood that life is lived in the 
everyday moments, and she never missed a chance to express gratitude for
 them. She truly enjoyed other people, and found joy in her 
relationships. Everyone who knew her could feel her love and joy. When 
we were kids, she would often invite neighbors in for a glass of tea and
 some &quot;kitchen talk&quot;. She loved to sit on the porch or on the deck with 
Dad and kids running all around. She was at her most joyful when 
surrounded by her family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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For me, one of the biggest lessons I learned from her was to respect 
others, as well as to earn and expect their respect, giving me the space
 to disagree, as long as I was respectful in that disagreement. That 
lesson has stayed with me, and has served me well in my personal and professional life. I have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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taught me the very basics of how to live an ethical life, one driven by 
critical self-reflection, an openness to those who differ from me, a 
curiosity about things I don&#39;t understand, and a combination of 
confidence and humility. She always encouraged me to be my own person, 
supporting me in exploring who I was and who I wanted to be, and perhaps
 most importantly, to see the beauty in the differences between people. 
She inspired goodness and humility in those around her. 
Growing up, I remember her always telling me how proud she was of me, 
all while telling me &quot;now, don&#39;t get a big head!&quot; She was always able to
 boost us up while ensuring we remained humble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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was no problem that was too small or too big for her to help me through.
 I could talk to my Mom about everything, as a child, as a teen, as a 
young adult, and as a wife and mother myself. She helped me to be the 
best version of myself in every role that I play. I am filled with 
gratitude to have been her daughter, and I will miss our conversations 
more than I can express.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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 In the last couple of years, my Mom&#39;s health has declined. Despite the 
set-backs and their associated complications, she took it all in stride,
 and despite the frustrations of her illness, she offered her suffering 
to God, praying to Jesus, Mary, and Joseph through her last days. She managed her struggle with grace, offered it up to God, and took comfort in
 her faith as well as in the love of her husband, children, grandchildren, and 
friends. The dignity with which she bore her cross as she continued to 
decline in health has been a shining example of how to live your faith 
through struggle. She, along with my Dad, taught me all I know about 
living a faith driven, joyful life in service to others. She has now 
taught me how to carry that into death. She and my Dad have both been 
excellent role models, and when I am struggling, I need only look to 
the life they lived together to find my way through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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 illness and suffering was difficult to witness, especially over these 
last months, though it did give those of us around her the chance to 
really enjoy her--to take in and appreciate the little things, to enjoy 
one another, to laugh, and to have many in depth, meaningful discussions
 over these last several months. It prompted us to make more time, to 
slow life down, and to appreciate time spent together. We took full 
advantage, and the kids, Jason, and I took several trips to back home 
to just visit Mom and Dad and spend time with them. Thanks to the 
generosity and selfless support of my husband, children, our family, and many wise 
and compassionate friends, I was given the priceless gift of time. I 
made several extended trips to visit them these last several 
months, soaking in and enjoying every moment. I enjoyed sipping morning 
coffee with them, talking about the upcoming day. I enjoyed preparing 
meals with and for them, I enjoyed sitting with them around the dinner 
table, talking through our day and reminiscing. I enjoyed going to Mass 
with them in the parish that I grew up in. In the last week of her life,
 I had been there on one of these visits. I worked with my Dad to help 
clean the windows and we made pork chop casserole together--portioning 
it out to freeze for them later. We laughed together even as it was 
clear she was struggling with her physical limitations. Two days after I
 left, she was admitted to the ER and from there, hospitalized. I 
returned to them with my family, and my kids were able to see her 
and tell her how much they loved her. I spent days by her bedside with 
my dad and siblings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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 spent some time with her later at night one night in the hospital. She 
began praying. Dad told me later that she would pray through many nights
 at home, calling out different parts of different prayers throughout 
the night. This particular night, she was really struggling to breathe, 
though, in between breaths, she would say &quot;Help us live in Him&quot;, calling
 out the names of her children, her grandchildren, and her siblings. She
 would pray St Francis of Assisi&#39;s prayer for peace, and I would join in
 with her. She told me she worried about where she stood with God. I 
reassured her about the beautiful life she had lived, the countless 
lives she has touched as she&#39;s lived her faith, setting an example for 
others to follow and bringing true joy to our lives. I reminded her of 
the children she formed in the faith and the grandchildren being formed 
in it now. We reminisced about late night conversations with us and 
our teenage friends after a night out, focusing on faith. We talked 
about all the good she had done taking Holy Communion to Alzheimer&#39;s 
patients, and delivering Meals on Wheels. She seemed somewhat reassured,
 gave a big, peaceful smile told me she felt the love all around her. 
This conversation, in a darkened hospital room, holding her hand--the 
hand that has guided me and comforted me and encouraged me all my life--
 is etched in my memory and will be one of the beautiful memories I take
 with me from this tremendously difficult experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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 her last days, one of her constant prayers was asking God to &quot;help us live 
in Him&quot;. She called this out in her sleep, she prayed this while struggling for breath, over and over again, repeating the names of her children and their spouses, her grandchildren, her siblings. She fought to pray these words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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 left the hospital and was admitted to hospice. She was surrounded by the love of her family throughout
 her death, until the end.&amp;nbsp; This time--all of it-- has been a gift that I
 have not even begun to appreciate--given to me by my husband, my 
children, family, and friends. I love my Mom. I&#39;m 44 years old and I 
truly don&#39;t know how to be in this world without her. What does that 
even look like? She has always been my guiding beacon, the person I 
share my everything with--my joys, my sorrows, my fears, my greatest 
hopes, my biggest disappointments. She is who I talk with to make sense 
of my life, and now she&#39;s gone. It doesn&#39;t feel real. I had to run an 
errand--buy an outfit for her funeral--still, not something that feels 
real. I saw a woman and her adult daughter out shopping and laughing together. I nearly 
collapsed as all kinds of realizations rushed over me. She&#39;s seen her last Mother&#39;s Day, she&#39;s seen her last Thanksgiving, her last Christmas, her last Easter.&amp;nbsp; I will never have another happy birthday call from her. I will never be able to go to Mass with her again. I will never be able to talk with her again. I will never be able to laugh with her again. Thank God Jason was there. I&#39;m not sure I would have been able to drive home. This blog post does not do justice to the woman 
that she was, the impact that she has had, the love that she gave, the joy 
that she brought, or the loss that I feel. But it&#39;s a start. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I
 don&#39;t often talk about my struggle with SLE, preferring to keep it 
contained in a dark little corner of my life and suffer through the 
inevitable flares in silence and solitude, re-emerging from my &quot;lupus 
cocoon&quot; when I&#39;ve gotten through it and resume my regularly scheduled 
life, with those around me none the wiser. My first priority upon 
diagnosis years ago was my kids--I did not--do not--want them to see me 
as somehow vulnerable to and a victim of some stupid disease that really
 had no business interfering with my life. I wanted them to see that it 
does not limit me--setting what I hope has been an example of strength 
and fortitude for my kids. I&#39;ve spent many years minimizing it, 
&quot;proving&quot; that it doesn&#39;t affect me, that it doesn&#39;t scare me, that it 
doesn&#39;t hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The thing is--if I&#39;m being honest, none of that
 is true. It does all of those things--and more. I am fortunate, to be 
sure, that it is not worse, that it was caught before it progressed any 
further than it did--and it hasn&#39;t stood in the way of most of the 
things I&#39;ve wanted to accomplish in life--things could be much, much 
worse and I am thankful each and every day that they aren&#39;t. Still, this
 last flare had me in bed for four days--unable to get up, wracked with 
joint pain, and perhaps the most scary for me, unable to think and 
process well, feeling alone and not well understood. As much as I try to
 limit the impact on my kids, it scares them to see me so sick from 
something that cannot be cured. They&#39;re old enough to know that this is 
not just some cold or flu I&#39;m fighting. We joke to make light of it--and
 I think it helps--but it&#39;s beginning to feel different with them. They 
are wondering about it more and more--I could see the worry in their 
eyes when they looked in on me to be sure I was okay this last time. I 
don&#39;t know how to ease their concern, to reassure them as they grow and 
begin to understand the fact that I have an incurable, chronic 
autoimmune disease. It worries me, and I&#39;m realizing that we are at a 
point in our lives that I have to stop hiding it and being more 
realistic about it with them. And that scares me more than 
anything--because now I need to face the fact that as much as I don&#39;t 
want this disease to affect me, I know that it does, and I know now that
 as much as minimizing it was good for my kids when they were younger, 
giving voice to it now may be what&#39;s best for their development and 
understanding moving forward. In giving voice to it, I run the risk of 
having others view me first through the lens of my illness--something 
I&#39;ve fought hard to avoid since the time I was diagnosed. I&#39;m 
fortunate--it doesn&#39;t limit me--and it&#39;s not expected to limit me--but 
it does affect me. It is a source of real struggle in my life--a 
struggle I&#39;ve kept hidden for many years--and a struggle that, despite 
my best efforts to deny it, will always be there. It&#39;s nothing I can&#39;t 
handle, but I&#39;m done handling it in secret. It&#39;s time, I think, to give 
voice to that struggle as a part of my truth in the hope that it will be
 more productive for my kids and, who knows, maybe even benefit others 
in some way.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;_3l3x _1n4g&quot;&gt;I don&#39;t share this
 to garner sympathy--we all have our struggles, some worse than 
others--and all worth appreciating and honoring. I think in the midst of
 this last flare, it occurred to me how few people really know, understand,
 and appreciate the struggles that each of us endures. That takes time, 
attention, mutual trust, and intentional presence with others--something
 we rarely take the time to give. I&#39;ve been doing a lot of reading that,
 when we boil it down, equates humanity with brokenness--we are all 
broken in some way-- and the struggle through that brokenness can be an 
opportunity to honor one another. Too often that brokenness is 
disregarded, glossed over, or worse, used as a weapon to de-humanize. My
 struggle with SLE is a primary struggle--a big part of my humanity--a 
part I have shielded from view--and I&#39;m sharing it in honor of all those
 of us who struggle with things seen and unseen. I know that illness can
 be stigmatized--so can every other type of brokenness--and that 
stigmatization leads to some real assaults on humanity. I hope my 
disclosure here can serve as a small reminder to myself as well as to 
others to recognize that everyone we meet struggles with things seen and
 unseen, often those struggles are demeaned and maligned, but always 
those struggles are opportunities to honor our shared brokenness-our 
shared humanity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathy-momphd.blogspot.com/feeds/4486363599243525896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathy-momphd.blogspot.com/2019/06/navigating-our-brokenness-sle-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2646432817517474365/posts/default/4486363599243525896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2646432817517474365/posts/default/4486363599243525896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathy-momphd.blogspot.com/2019/06/navigating-our-brokenness-sle-story.html' title='Navigating our Brokenness: An SLE Story'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04281190432517856090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7R6A0uRLC_UfaAekk_duiSaSiPLIAOA1Vjq-QoC-VYm74niEJ1Hn-y9C01k1LPe0gG1TqoYUPaiJwtlRvoGHEHX1tckD0eIL9D_386O1uH4riG73Lm1NgSH62Kc81sg/s113/Profressional+Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2646432817517474365.post-5306076407723029953</id><published>2017-01-21T17:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2017-01-22T14:09:19.989-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="America"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="democracy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="USA"/><title type='text'>Protecting our Democracy</title><content type='html'>I&#39;ve seen a lot of people post and/or make comments about how hard it is for them to understand why women are marching in protest of the Trump presidency. I am having a hard time understanding why anyone would begrudge a peaceful protest in a democracy that prides itself on government by the people, for the people. Now--I recognize that there were some protestors at the inauguration (not associated with the women&#39;s march) that were violent. That should not happen. Ever. Unfortunately it does happen--and, similar jaw-dropping acts of protest occurred in response to Obama. They occur in the name of people/issues/parties/platforms we support as well as in the name of people/issues/parties/platforms that we oppose. We simply see them differently and talk about them differently based on where we fall in relation to the transgressors.  

Not all of the protestors share the same values. Many of them disagree on fundamental aspects of what it means to be a feminist. I would be willing to bet that many of them would oppose one another on different social issues. What brings them together is the fear that this administration will continue to legitimize through rhetoric and institutionalize through policy decision-making discriminatory, racist, and sexist attitudes. If you paid any attention at all to the rhetoric of his campaign, it&#39;s a legitimate concern, whether or not you supported Trump. Not all of those who supported Trump share the same values: some embraced this rhetoric and voted for him because of it while others were disgusted with his rhetoric and voted for him despite it. We all had important reasons for casting our vote in a particular way, and these reasons were all based on our love of America. America, though, is complicated, and its best interests cannot be represented well in a polarized political environment.&lt;br /&gt;
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Donald J. Trump is the POTUS. Many Americans have political differences with him and his administration, just as many Americans have political differences with Barack Obama and his administration. I hope that Trump does well--that he does better than I would expect based on his divisive and abusive rhetoric throughout the campaign. I truly hope and pray every day that he does well for all of America&#39;s citizens both in domestic matters and foreign affairs. That does not change the fact that I will embrace the responsibility I have as a citizen of a free democracy to hold him and his administration accountable for getting it right when it comes to the treatment of all Americans. I am concerned about civil rights under this administration. I am concerned about gender equality under this administration. I am concerned about the poorest among us under this administration. Maybe they&#39;ll surprise me--I hope that they do...and, as an educated white woman, I come from a position of privilege to this conversation--despite the clear abusive and sexist rhetoric of our POTUS--and this means that I bear even more responsibility in ensuring this accountability to all Americans. I have to do more than hope. I have to speak. I will speak in support of the current administration when/if I see them getting it right for all Americans. I will speak in opposition to the current administration when/if I see them getting it wrong. That is not just my right--it is my responsibility to be engaged as a citizen--not a member of a political party--but as a citizen of a free democracy. And I will do that. I commit to do that.&lt;br /&gt;
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One area of concern that I am compelled to highlight at the moment is his consistent, strategic, insidious attack on journalism. Yes--journalists and news agencies have messed up. That does not mean they can&#39;t get it right. We need them to get it right. If this country needs to give anyone a second chance, it is the members of the news media. We are living in a time when the First Amendment is under attack. Our new POTUS has intentionally and systematically sought to undermine the media as dishonest. He is masterfully capitalizing on the very real problem of fake news--something that every American should be well enough educated about to discern and reject--by calling legitimate journalism &quot;fake news&quot; and positioning his twitter account--wrought with lies and discrepancies--as the only way to get &quot;real news&quot;. He makes false allegations and uses fake statistics and strategically asserts that others held the positions that they never held but he himself championed (a technique called gaslighting)--and he is positioning this as &quot;real news&quot; as he discredits journalists that would challenge him and his worldview. He is systematically destroying the viability of our journalists to protect one of the most important elements of a free democracy--the press. What would the world be like if we only received news that was approved by those in power? There are millions of people around the world living in dictatorships that can answer that question for you if you care to ask it. A press that is free to challenge and hold to account the most powerful among us is absolutely critical to the proper functioning of a healthy democracy.&lt;br /&gt;
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For those that have been paying attention, you realize that there is a website called Trump News. There was a book, written by Brandon Christopher Hall being sold at the Smithsonian on inauguration day that was filled with falsehoods, ranging from denying Trump&#39;s role in the Birther Movement to grossly downplaying the difference in the popular versus electoral vote, denying the strong evidence of Russian involvement in the election. In short, it creates a narrative of historical events that is wrought with untruths. It has since been removed, though its presence there is unsettling. He gave a speech this weekend to the CIA railing against the &quot;dishonest media&quot;. He praised Fox News for the &quot;positive review&quot; of his inaugural speech. He gathered the heads of major news organizations during his transition to berate them for their coverage of him. He has given 1 press conference since July. He refused to answer a question from a major news network calling CNN &quot;fake news&quot;. He denies that he said and did the things he&#39;s said and done--for which we have evidence that he&#39;s said and done--and, realizing that they are not well received, he then calls journalists that report on these things liars and perpetrators of &quot;fake news&quot;. His words have had an impact--because words always do, and words from powerful people certainly do. Some of those people who hate CNN&#39;s liberal slant have used these words from our POTUS to completely discredit it and there have been reports that some have complained that it is being shown on televisions in public places. Whether you like or hate CNN--that&#39;s a real threat to our democracy. The systematic de-legitimization of news organizations that report on news and issues that are unfavorable to you and the praising of organizations that portray you positively is strategic and dangerous. He&#39;s grooming media outlets, rewarding those that portray him and his agenda in a positive light with access and words that legitimate them and he punishes those that cover stories that are unfavorable to him by refusing access-even during rare press conferences--and using his position of power to talk in ways that discredit them. These moves are more than just face-threatening...they will affect their bottom line and ultimately their viability...unless they &quot;fall in line&quot;. What news outlet can survive that doesn&#39;t have access to the POTUS? We don&#39;t want a press that &quot;falls in line&quot;. That is not conducive to a free democracy.&lt;br /&gt;
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He is considering re-locating the Press Corps out of the White House. Just this weekend he issued an order forbidding government agencies from re-tweeting in response to a RT from Parks and Rec comparing crowd sizes to Obama&#39;s inauguration and Trump&#39;s. Should they be re-tweeting these things? Probably not--it&#39;s in poor taste. Should the POTUS issue an executive order censoring them on a social media platform? You decide. For me, I am concerned that this is even on his radar given all the other issues that this country faces--and that this administration faces. This may seem silly, but it belies a more sinister tendency--silence those who would oppose, challenge, or critique him. I hope you are getting a little uncomfortable as you read this--it&#39;s something that should make all of us squirm a little, no matter who you supported or what your political motivations/tendencies/leanings are. This is not a political issue, it&#39;s an issue of freedom and democracy. Check out the press conference held by White
 House Press Secretary for the Trump Administration, Sean Spicer in 
which he stubbornly asserts a falsehood about the &lt;i&gt;size of the inaugural crowd&lt;/i&gt; in order to advance a narrative that inflates enthusiasm about Trump&#39;s presidency, refuses to answer questions, then threatens the press if they contradict that narrative: 
&lt;a href=&quot;https://www.washingtonpost.com/news/post-politics/wp/2017/01/21/trumps-press-secretary-lashes-out-at-press-calling-crowd-coverage-shameful-and-wrong/?hpid=hp_hp-bignews4_spicer628pm%3Ahomepage%2Fstory&amp;amp;tid=a_inl&amp;amp;utm_term=.64e0ee5f8211.&quot;&gt;https://www.washingtonpost.com/news/post-politics/wp/2017/01/21/trumps-press-secretary-lashes-out-at-press-calling-crowd-coverage-shameful-and-wrong/?hpid=hp_hp-bignews4_spicer628pm%3Ahomepage%2Fstory&amp;amp;tid=a_inl&amp;amp;utm_term=.64e0ee5f8211.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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As the weekend has progressed, I&#39;ve updated some examples--on this weekend&#39;s Sunday morning talk shows his former campaign manager and current Counselor to the President, Kellyann Conway, persisted in her attempts to lay the groundwork to allow this administration to make any claim, no matter its veracity, in support of its preferred narrative, and to de-legitimize any attempt to criticize it.&amp;nbsp; Her argument? Falsehoods are &quot;alternative facts&quot;. There is no such thing--you are free to offer different interpretations of facts--you are not free to make them up as you go along. This tactic of disinformation has been a mainstay of this campaign and appears to be the cornerstone of this administration--and it, too, is dangerous.&amp;nbsp; Even if not all Americans fall for it, some will. Some that don&#39;t fall for it will write it off as relatively innocuous. It will sow doubt and discord among the American people, not unify us. It will create a perpetual deniability for this administration, deniability of the most obvious and blatant facts and create an environment in which our government cannot be held fully accountable for its (in)actions. It feels like we&#39;re walking right into this new era of a government controlled narrative with our eyes wide shut. It&#39;s dangerous--and I hope that we can move beyond these polarizing political labels of Trump supporter vs Trump opposer or Democrat vs Republican or liberal vs conservative or any other number of polarizing labels in enough time to engage the issues that are now sitting before us as American people who care deeply about a free democracy in light of our new president and his administration. I hope we care more deeply about our democracy than about our political party. I hope that&#39;s true.&lt;br /&gt;
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We don&#39;t have to agree politically to agree on the need to protect the tenets of democracy. We need a press free to investigate, report on, and challenge this administration--any administration. We don&#39;t need to agree politically to respect each others&#39; right to voice their concerns. We don&#39;t need to agree politically to engage in thoughtful, productive discussions with one another. I&#39;ve said this before and I&#39;ll say it again--I don&#39;t care who you voted for in this election or the reasons for that vote--unless of course, you care to engage in a thoughtful productive discussion about it that honors the legitimacy of all perspectives. It is precisely the expression of, mindful listening to, and thoughtful consideration of these differing perspectives, experiences, and worldviews that drives a healthy democracy. If you want to engage in that, that&#39;s great. That&#39;s productive. That&#39;s important--that has the potential for dialogue. I&#39;m all for that. That&#39;s how we protect the land of the free, home of the brave.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathy-momphd.blogspot.com/feeds/5306076407723029953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathy-momphd.blogspot.com/2017/01/political-commentary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2646432817517474365/posts/default/5306076407723029953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2646432817517474365/posts/default/5306076407723029953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathy-momphd.blogspot.com/2017/01/political-commentary.html' title='Protecting our Democracy'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04281190432517856090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7R6A0uRLC_UfaAekk_duiSaSiPLIAOA1Vjq-QoC-VYm74niEJ1Hn-y9C01k1LPe0gG1TqoYUPaiJwtlRvoGHEHX1tckD0eIL9D_386O1uH4riG73Lm1NgSH62Kc81sg/s113/Profressional+Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2646432817517474365.post-8989623008730032415</id><published>2016-12-13T12:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2016-12-13T12:30:27.980-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Castle Christmas Greeting 2016</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas! We were a little late getting Christmas cards 
ordered, so opted to try to spread holiday cheer in a little different 
way this year! We are thankful for a blessed year--our family celebrated
 Kathy&#39;s parents 60th wedding anniversary and Jason&#39;s dad&#39;s retirement! 
Our nephew/cousin, Nick, graduated from high school and began college. 
We&#39;ve enjoyed wonderful time with family and friends all year, and have 
had some adventures as we spent some time in South Dakota as a family. 
Kathy and Jason took a trip to Philadelphia late this year, and we are 
looking forward to a family trip with Jason&#39;s parents to Ireland late 
next year.&lt;br /&gt;
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We wish all of you a very Merry Christmas and hope you enjoy this short Christmas greeting, set to our family&#39;s favorite Christmas carol, from our family to yours:&lt;br /&gt;
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Ava
 loves to help put groceries away...today, as she pulled some of Jason&#39;s
 deodorant out of the sack she yells out, just as pleased as can be, 
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Saturday, December 26, 2009 at 7:58pm CST&lt;/div&gt;
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Jason
 told Tyler if he picked up his kleenex he could stay up 1 minute 
longer. Ty, in the spirit of a true negotiater, says, &quot;Nah, it has to be
 longer&quot;.  Jason says, &quot;Fine, 1 minute, 1 second&quot;.  Tyler, in a voice 
dripping with victory replies&quot;Yeah...that&#39;s what I&#39;M talkin&#39; about&quot; as 
he struts his way to the garbage can with the kleenex.&lt;/div&gt;
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Ty
 and Julia playing Star Wars Legos on the Wii:  Ty- &quot;Come with me, 
Julia, or else I&#39;ll shoot ya&quot;.  Julia- &quot;It&#39;s not me playing, Ty, it&#39;s 
Dad&quot;.  Ty- &quot;Come with me, Julia, or else I&#39;ll shoot your Dad&quot;.  My son.&lt;/div&gt;
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Wednesday, December 23, 2009 at 9:40am CST&lt;/div&gt;
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is
 watching the kids &quot;practice&quot; for Christmas morning...and am reminded of
 me and my sisters trying to figure out the fastest way to get Mom and 
Dad and the boys up on Christmas morning...usually divide and conquer 
worked the best...&lt;/div&gt;
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Thursday, December 10, 2009 at 2:39pm CST&lt;/div&gt;
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Ty
 and Julia just got married. Julia in a fancy green dress, &quot;pearls&quot; and 
fancy hair. Ty in Nike shorts, no shirt, a Superman cape and a top hat. 
Ava was the flower girl in her unicorn costume from last year.&lt;/div&gt;
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me
 &quot;Ava, did you pee on the floor&quot;.  Ava &quot;Yes&quot;.  Me &quot;Ava, you can&#39;t pee on
 the floor&quot;.  Ava&quot; Why not?&quot;.  Me &quot;Because it&#39;s gross&quot;.  Ava &quot;Oh.  
Okay&quot;.  Glad we got that squared away.  Again.&lt;/div&gt;
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Friday, December 4, 2009 at 3:58pm CST&lt;/div&gt;
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Julia
 is making a card for Santa to take to Jesus, as long as he can find his
 way to heaven.  I think Rudolph&#39;s nose can light the way...&lt;/div&gt;
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Julia
 just asked me if I knew how St Nick got rosy cheeks.  &quot;How?&quot; I say.  
&quot;He was whipped while he was in jail&quot;.  So much for a bowl full of 
jelly.&lt;/div&gt;
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Thursday, December 3, 2009 at 7:20pm CST&lt;/div&gt;
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we
 got our letters from Santa today...and, when Tyler found out he was on 
the Nice List, he responded with...&quot;hmmm...I thought for sure I would be
 on the Naughty List this year...&quot; then followed it up with an involved 
&quot;victory&quot; dance.&lt;/div&gt;
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Thursday, December 3, 2009 at 2:56pm CST&lt;/div&gt;
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me: Tyler, stop licking yourself.  Tyler: It makes me shiny.&lt;/div&gt;
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Tyler
 had a dream last night that one of his friends at school needed help.  I
 asked if he went to help her.  He said, well, no.  You wouldn&#39;t let me.
  Then he glared at me.  I wonder if Spiderman&#39;s Mom felt like this?&lt;/div&gt;
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Tyler just walked up to me with a rose between his teeth and said he was not just any dancer.  He is a boy dancer.  So suave.&lt;/div&gt;
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so,
 Ava bites Julia.  Hard.  When we reprimanded her, she screams at the 
top of her lungs, as she&#39;s crying hysterically &quot;but I&#39;m a vampire!  
Vampires bite!&quot;  I&#39;m ready to move onto Rudolph and Frosty for a little 
while...&lt;/div&gt;
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absolutely
 LOVES the flowers that my son picked for me to thank me for my hard 
work.  I don&#39;t even care that they&#39;re all dead.  They sit prominently on
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My son&#39;s assessment of me working: &quot;It must be boring hitting those keys
 all day long&quot;.  I guess I can see now why most kids want to be 
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has
 one child planning to run away to Mars and another planning to run away
 to the outer ring of Saturn.  Apparently, nowhere on earth is far 
enough away for them right now.  I think they&#39;re planning to pack pizza.&lt;/div&gt;
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loves
 what a strategic thinker Tyler is...Jason is making a fire in the 
fireplace, and Tyler comes down with a big glass of water and hands it 
to Jason.  He very deliberately (and in the deepest voice possible) 
tells Jason not to drink the water.  It&#39;s there in case something goes 
wrong and we all get burned.&lt;/div&gt;
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Ava
 had a bad dream last night.  So bad, she is having a hard time telling 
is what it was.  All she&#39;ll say is &quot;Something bad happened to you guys&quot;.
  I just hate those kinds of &quot;monsters&quot;...hard to fight a child&#39;s bad 
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just
 learned that Ty has an imaginary girlfriend named Atricia.  Apparently,
 she is coming over for a visit so he&#39;s cleaning his room.  I already 
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so,
 Ava bonks her head and is crying.  Her big brother decides he needs to 
make her feel better, so, he begins a comedy routine that is quite 
extensive and, the grand finale is him depantsing himself.  Anything for
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Tuesday, October 27, 2009 at 3:34pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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just
 had a major parental misfire...we are attempting to teach our kids the 
importance of saving their money for the things they want.  Ty wants the
 Rancor from Jabba&#39;s Palace...we found out today he is a third of the 
way there.  In his excitement, he screams out &quot;I&#39;ve been stealing money 
like crazy to get that Rancor!!!&quot;  WHAT??? Turns out he finds money on 
the ground and sneaks it into his piggy bank...&lt;/div&gt;
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Ava
 has gotten dressed in her swimsuit every day for the past week and a 
half hoping to go swimming.  Each morning I look at her and say that 
today&#39;s not the day, since we need to get everyone healthy first.  She 
looks at me, smiles and asks when the pool opens.  Every day.&lt;/div&gt;
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Julia
 just asked me if she needs to get a shot for leprosy.  Apparently, we 
are combining the hype about H1N1 shots with religion class.&lt;/div&gt;
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Note
 to self...when you ask your 3 year old if she needs to go potty and she
 answers, &quot;Well...long pause&quot;...chances are good she needs to get to the
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Julia
 and I prayed the rosary together for the first time this afternoon in 
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wonders
 how to answer the following question posed by my son: &quot;Mom, can you 
sleep at my camp out all night tonight?  Dad won&#39;t miss you, we&#39;ll make a
 &quot;paper you&quot;.  He won&#39;t even know you&#39;re gone!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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suspects
 that my three year old is not feeling well, judging by the 
uncharacteristic fit she threw at Barnes and Noble today along with her 
even more uncharacteristic threat to burp in my face while kicking and 
screaming when I told her it was nap time.  Did I mention I&#39;ll be happy 
to get out this evening?&lt;/div&gt;
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is
 watching Ava sleep on the beanbag as she tries to recover from no nap 
and her first swim lesson.  Jason has Julia and Ty at gymnastics, so I 
get to work and consider just how great it is to see your 3 year old so 
full of excitement and joy all day that her little body just needed a 
good rest.  Such a peaceful feeling!&lt;/div&gt;
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just overheard Julia tell Ty &quot;I like you, but, I just don&#39;t want you killing my baby, that&#39;s all&quot;.  Sounds reasonable.&lt;/div&gt;
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Tyler
 just told Ava that if she didn&#39;t let Mommy take her shower, Mommy will 
smell just awful.  Like rotten bananas and bird feathers.  That&#39;s nice. 
 Great way to start my day.  Guess I&#39;ll get my shower in now.&lt;/div&gt;
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was
 hit in the head with a lightsaber while running errands as Tyler 
attempted to obliterate a fly.   Lightsabers have already been banned 
from the van for this very reason.  I wonder if strip searching your 
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just
 watched Ty tear through his birthday presents.  It&#39;s hilarious to 
watch, once he figures out what something is, he drops it, half wrapped 
still, screams &quot;thank you!&quot; and moves on.  It looks chaotic, but there 
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is watching my 6 year old daughter beat up on the punching bag while listening to Just a Girl by No Doubt...my little girl :-)&lt;/div&gt;
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loves
 that when Julia was asked by her t-ball coach what Mommy got for her 
birthday and she responded &quot;a punching bag&quot;, the entire parent section 
laughed, paused, then asked her where she and Daddy bought it...&lt;/div&gt;
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Tyler just informed me that he gave his stuffed Snoopy a bath by licking him all over.  Now he needs a hairdryer.&lt;/div&gt;
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Ty
 just killed the evil Bane to &quot;smithereems&quot; on his Batman videogame then
 had Jason take a picture of his destruction so he could remember it 
forever.  Parental call= blow off as all in good fun or begin therapy?  
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loves
 that Ty is excited about Daddy&#39;s Master Tacklebox!  We&#39;re getting ready
 for some Father&#39;s Day fishing, and Tyler is pulling this and that from 
Daddy&#39;s tackleboxes to make his &quot;ultimate fisher guy&#39;s box&quot;!&lt;/div&gt;
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has
 just sent her first born baby girl off to her very first overnight at a
 friend&#39;s house.  While I suppose I should feel good at the exuberance 
and complete lack of apprehension she demonstrated...it still stings a 
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just
 watched Ava trip for the 6th time today and, as she pulled herself up, 
the tears sprang to her eyes as she says to me, &quot;Mommy, walking&#39;s not 
good!&quot;  Apparently not today, sweetie!&lt;/div&gt;
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is
 trying to get over the lecture her 6 year old gave her about putting 
others first...Jason and I need to learn how to do this so she can have a
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thinks it strange that Julia calls Jason- King, herself- Queen, Ty- Prince, Ava- Princess and Mommy- Jester.  Seriously?&lt;/div&gt;
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has finished putting everything together and is pumped to go tomorrow to pick out Julia&#39;s new pet fish...Lucy!&lt;/div&gt;
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is wondering why Ty keeps asking if he&#39;s on the naughty list...&lt;/div&gt;
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is
 laughing because all the presents we so carefully wrapped last night 
were strewn all over the house this morning...victims of the kids&#39; 
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is touched that Julia decided to decorate our sliding glass door with the Nativity Scene instead of Santa.&lt;/div&gt;
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is
 giggling as she listens to Jason trying to (unsuccessfully) convince 
Ava that she has to earn her Tinkerbelle undies...&quot;no poopie in the 
potty, no Tinks&quot;!&lt;/div&gt;
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had
 an interesting conversation with the kids on the way to school this 
morning speculating what the activity is like at the North Pole right 
now.  After talking about what the elves are doing, the reindeer 
exercises (to get ready for the big night), the packing of the 
sleigh...Julia&#39;s pretty sure that Mrs. Claus is stressed out.  I tend to
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Sunday, December 19, 2010 at 11:30am CST&lt;/div&gt;
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so, Ava is convinced that we live in China.  Hmmmm...Nebraska---China.  I am struggling to see the parallel here.&lt;/div&gt;
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Friday, December 17, 2010 at 9:01pm CST&lt;/div&gt;
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the
 kids are singing &quot;pee, poop, diarrhea&quot; while they sniff each other&#39;s 
feet.  It&#39;s like I&#39;m being transported back to my school bus riding 
days.  If I can transport back in time, these are not the days I would 
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Friday, December 17, 2010 at 9:27am CST&lt;/div&gt;
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Is
 taking Ava down to campus today so she can partake in an end of 
semester pizza party.  She insists upon wearing her Santa dress.  What 
do you want to bet I&#39;ll be carrying her halfway across campus to avoid 
&quot;wrinkling&quot; the dress only to leave the party with pizza sauce stains 
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Wednesday, December 15, 2010 at 5:39pm CST&lt;/div&gt;
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the
 kids just came out into the kitchen, eyed the dinner table, and told me
 that the food looks good, but my presentation was sloppy.  Seriously?  
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Sunday, December 12, 2010 at 10:42am CST&lt;/div&gt;
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Julia asked me why God gave me a &quot;bump&quot; in my nose.  Why, to make sure there was room for all my awesomeness, of course.&lt;/div&gt;
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Saturday, December 4, 2010 at 6:28pm CST&lt;/div&gt;
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Julia
 just told me that she thinks that she has a bigger problem with sugar 
plums than most kids.  They&#39;ve already started dancing in her head.&lt;/div&gt;
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Friday, December 3, 2010 at 9:13am CST&lt;/div&gt;
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The kids got their letter from Santa...and Ty is just now learning that he made the good list this year....whew!&lt;/div&gt;
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Friday, December 3, 2010 at 8:20am CST&lt;/div&gt;
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I
 just gave Ava a kiss. She vigorously wipes her cheek, and I look at her
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Friday, November 26, 2010 at 10:43pm CST&lt;/div&gt;
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loves
 this time of year!  The kids made their Christmas lists...Julia&#39;s 
includes &quot;a merry Christmas for everyone&quot;, Ava&#39;s is &quot;whatever you want 
to bring me is fine, Santa&quot; and Tyler&#39;s is &quot;one of everything, please&quot;. 
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Tuesday, November 23, 2010 at 7:16pm CST&lt;/div&gt;
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Julia asked me if she is old enough to marry, and Tyler asked me if he is old enough to have Tur-duck-in.&lt;/div&gt;
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Sunday, November 21, 2010 at 2:29pm CST&lt;/div&gt;
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The
 kids are playing freeze tag.  Poor Ava got &quot;frozen&quot; and after a few 
minutes, screams out &quot;GUYS!  Can I go potty!!??!??&quot;  As Julia and Tyler 
were debating this new gliche to their game, I pulled rank just in the 
nick of time...&lt;/div&gt;
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Saturday, November 20, 2010 at 7:45am CST&lt;/div&gt;
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Ty
 has discovered that gas is a great way to mortify his sisters in front 
of their friends.  This is a power I was hoping he would never discover,
 and now that he has, I fear that no amount of reprimanding him will be 
enough to sufficiently mediate the satisfaction that he will derive from
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Friday, November 19, 2010 at 3:10pm CST&lt;/div&gt;
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in
 an exasperated attempt to get Ava to stop jumping on the couch, I said 
&quot;Stop it or you&#39;ll break your neck!  That means you won&#39;t be able to 
walk or talk!&quot;  Tyler says, in a very serious voice &quot;walk and talk 
rhyme.  But this is not about rhymes, Mom&quot;.  Yes, I know son.&lt;/div&gt;
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Thursday, November 18, 2010 at 11:20am CST&lt;/div&gt;
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I
 walked by Ava and hear her muttering the following: &quot;I am the boss of 
this family.  No one else.  Me.&quot;  This seems diabolical to me, and I&#39;m 
pretty sure that Jason and I will need to plan some sort of 
counter-measure.&lt;/div&gt;
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Monday, November 15, 2010 at 5:15pm CST&lt;/div&gt;
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loves
 that Ava still cannot go to the bathroom without screaming &quot;I have to 
go pee!!!!&quot;  at the top of her lungs.  It&#39;s as if the process is not 
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Tuesday, November 9, 2010 at 10:32pm CST&lt;/div&gt;
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Tyler
 got into trouble and spent some time in his room. After awhile, he 
comes down and hands me 11 cents to make up for his behavior.  I 
explained to him that the money in his hand wasn&#39;t important and that he
 needs to be concerned about who he is and the choices he makes. He 
looked at me tearfully and told me he loved me.  My concern is where in 
the world did my son get the idea that money could solve this problem?&lt;/div&gt;
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Wednesday, November 3, 2010 at 8:06am CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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told Jason I thought we might want to get up earlier to avoid being late.  Tyler replied &quot;The lady has a point, Dad&quot;.&lt;/div&gt;
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Monday, November 1, 2010 at 7:55am CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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just
 asked the kids what they were asking Santa for.  Here&#39;s the impossible 
response I get: Julia &quot;A golden retriever&quot; (never mind that Ty&#39;s 
allergic), Tyler &quot;Just one thing?  Simple--Everything!&quot;  And Ava &quot;I 
don&#39;t know--I&#39;ll get back to you&quot;.  Looks like Mom and Dad have some 
expectation management work to begin.&lt;/div&gt;
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Friday, October 29, 2010 at 8:04pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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Tyler
 just came running down the stairs screaming &quot;don&#39;t you know you can&#39;t 
start Star Wars without me?&quot;  It was frighteningly similar in tone to 
Dallas of the Outsiders screaming &quot;don&#39;t you know a rumble ain&#39;t a 
rumble without me?&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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Monday, October 11, 2010 at 5:10pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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Tyler
 knows that the girls are hiding from him in their closet, yet, he sits 
here with me, eating candy corn.  He apparently is all good with them 
hanging in their closet...&lt;/div&gt;
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Tuesday, October 5, 2010 at 7:46am CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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Ava got mad at me, scowled, whirled around and air guitarred me.  I have no response for this.&lt;/div&gt;
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Friday, October 1, 2010 at 6:14pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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Tyler
 just told me that he&#39;s pretending that he&#39;s a college teacher.  My 
heart swelled with pride as I said &quot;Ty!  How sweet that you want to be 
like Mommy!&quot;  He quickly replies &quot;What are you talking about Mom?  I 
want to be like Indiana.&quot;  Nice.&lt;/div&gt;
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Thursday, September 30, 2010 at 7:31pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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is
 listening to &quot;Tales from the Playground&quot;.  Tyler has Generals, 
Commanders and Police that he controls, as the Controller of all the 
Good Guys.  When someone was accused of causing some form of mayhem, 
Tyler responds &quot;Hmmm...that&#39;s my Commander.  I&#39;ll have to have a little 
talk with him&quot;.&lt;/div&gt;
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Wednesday, September 29, 2010 at 9:09pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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Jason
 told Tyler that hot lunch tomorrow is sloppy joes.  That kid didn&#39;t 
stop laughing for at least a half an hour.  He went to bed still 
thinking that Jason was making it up.&lt;/div&gt;
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Tuesday, September 28, 2010 at 10:17am CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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listened
 in on the kids&#39; discussion last night right before bed and is still 
smiling because of it.  Tyler told Julia that he misses her during the 
day, and, once in a while, he feels like he might cry because he misses 
her so much.  But he doesn&#39;t.  Julia advised him that he can stop 
himself from crying when he wants to keep it private by blinking his 
eyes real fast.  Ava misses them both &quot;super bad&quot;.&lt;/div&gt;
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Friday, September 24, 2010 at 8:33am CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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opened
 my eyes this morning to see Ava&#39;s smiling face inches from mine, 
giggling, and saying &quot;Mommy, you&#39;re better than I love you&quot;.  Sure beats
 the impromptu early morning haircut I woke up to last week...&lt;/div&gt;
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Friday, September 24, 2010 at 8:02am CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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loves
 that my house is a disaster, my parents will be here in a few hours, 
and my Mom has &quot;ordered&quot; me to sit down and have a cup of coffee rather 
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Wednesday, September 22, 2010 at 6:53pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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Julia
 is vying for an Academy Award right now...playing the part of the girl 
who&#39;s back was broken by her brother just as she was getting ready to 
clean up her toys.  She&#39;s actually quite good.&lt;/div&gt;
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Tuesday, September 21, 2010 at 8:11pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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Tyler just sang...&quot;I need home-cookin...and a girl who&#39;s real good lookin&#39;&quot;....Ummmmmmmmmmmmm&lt;/div&gt;
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Tyler
 came home from school today and told us that his teacher sprinkles 
magical dust in their hair that makes them smarter and helps them to 
listen better.  Ava came home today and told me that they checked her 
hair for bugs...interesting, unique perspectives on the day...&lt;/div&gt;
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While
 at the store last night, Tyler told me I was evil.  I, of course, 
refuted this comment.  &quot;In fact, I am arguably the source of all things 
&quot;good&quot; in your life&quot;.  Julia responds &quot;No, I&#39;m pretty sure you&#39;re evil, 
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talked
 all about field trips this morning at breakfast.  Julia&#39;s all psyched 
to learn about bugs at the Nature Center, and that I get to go with her 
(wonder how long that will last)...and when Tyler heard he will be 
riding a bus to a pumpkin patch out of Lincoln, his eyes got as big as 
saucers and he informed that he can&#39;t do anything illegal like that.  
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Sunday, September 12, 2010 at 6:03pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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 varied representations of culture and endemic populations of stuffed 
animals residing within and between them...I need to start taking field 
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my
 heart just melted.  Tonight at bedtime, Julia looked at me through 
teary eyes and thanked me for being with her at the hospital.  Then told
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tears of joy.  I &amp;lt;3 that girl!&lt;/div&gt;
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Tyler
 and the one he calls &quot;Crazy Dude&quot; prayed for Julia today at school.  
Pretty cool.  And, he saved some girl named Lillie&#39;s life.  That or he 
walked her to the nurse&#39;s office.  It depends on whose version you go 
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Sunday, September 5, 2010 at 3:06pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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Julia
 hasn&#39;t eaten anything for more than 2 days.  She has spent the bulk of 
that time in the bathroom.  She starts to feel a little better, and I 
ask &quot;Jules, what can I get you to eat?&quot;  She replies &quot;gummy bears&quot;.  
Yeah.  That&#39;s gonna happen.  Like I want to see that in your throw up 
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woke
 up to witness an unprecedented level of consideration being 
demonstrated at our house.  As Julia is throwing up into her bowl, she 
stops in between heaves to tell me how thankful she is to have the bowl 
to throw up in, and that it&#39;s really best to throw up in a bowl or on a 
hard floor (as opposed to carpet).  When Tyler learns of Julia&#39;s 
escapades, he remarks &quot;congratulations on a good throw up, Jules&quot;.&lt;/div&gt;
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Sunday, August 29, 2010 at 11:19am CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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Julia told me that she is going to have lots of babies, and it&#39;s my job to help her when she gets stressed out.&lt;/div&gt;
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 wishing happy 8th birthday to my beautiful Julia!  I can&#39;t believe that
 8 years ago today, I became a Mom for the first time...we love you 
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 Tyler learned that, though tackling and tickling your sister at recess 
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Friday, August 20, 2010 at 7:52pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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torture
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 told Ava that she&#39;ll get a tummy ache if she eats too much candy.  She 
replies &quot;Mom, that&#39;s only if I&#39;m having babies&quot;.  Hmmm...&lt;/div&gt;
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Julia
 made friends with an older boy at Lost In Fun today.  As we were 
leaving, he walked over to her and said &quot;I&#39;ll tell you my name when you 
meet me here Friday at 4:30&quot;.  Jason told Julia, matter of factly &quot;Looks
 like you&#39;re going to stand up your first boy, Jules&quot;.&lt;/div&gt;
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is
 fairly certain that, if there ever was hope that I would win the &quot;2010 
Mom of the Year Award&quot; (unlikely, I know), it was erased this evening at
 5:30 Mass when Ava screamed out &quot;In your face, Mom&quot; as she slapped me 
in the face.  Good times.  Good times.&lt;/div&gt;
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Jason
 just told the kids that there could be no talking.  As if this would 
solve the noise problem.  Tyler is now groaning at the top of his lungs 
just to make a point.&lt;/div&gt;
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is
 thinking that kids say the sweetest things when they are falling to 
sleep.  But Tyler&#39;s comment &quot;That tooter saved the day, Mom&quot; as he 
drifted off to slumber is not one of those sweet things...&lt;/div&gt;
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Tyler told some kid on the playground &quot;hey, Man, you don&#39;t want to frustration my Mom&quot;.  Apparently, my reputation precedes me.&lt;/div&gt;
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Tyler
 got a huge watergun for his birthday.  As he is laughing his 
diablolical/hysterical laugh and filling up the ginormous tank on the 
thing with water, Julia is eyeing him suspiciously and making up about a
 thousand rules of &quot;fair play&quot;.  I don&#39;t think he&#39;s listening...&lt;/div&gt;
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wishes
 Ava would quit calling me her &quot;efil fillain&quot;.  She also keeps jabbing 
me with an imaginary inflatable sword to complete her mission.&lt;/div&gt;
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Jason
 had the van radio station turned to a country station.  Ty gets in the 
car, turns his nose up in distaste and told me to play some rock n roll.
  My boy.&lt;/div&gt;
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Ava&#39;s
 singing Cheeseburger in Paradise, Tyler is singing Hungry Like The Wolf
 and Julia is singing Cecelia.  My work here is done.&lt;/div&gt;
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listening
 to Tyler, Julia and Ava play doctor.  Tyler &quot;fixed&quot; the girls and now 
they won&#39;t pay.  Tyler explains that he knows they&#39;re too poor to 
pay...he had heard this from Julia&#39;s husband, apparently.   &quot;Do you know
 how I know this?  Because I AM your husband!&quot;  I swear, we don&#39;t watch 
soap operas...so I don&#39;t know where they come up with all these dramatic
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3
 times I asked Ava to go to the bathroom before she went out to run 
through the sprinkler.  3 times, she told me she didn&#39;t have to go. 3 
times.  I set up the sprinkler, walk out to see how they are 5 minutes 
later, Ava dances up to me and yells &quot;I just peed&quot;.&lt;/div&gt;
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Tyler killed a butterfly.  Then he changed his mind and tried to revive him with a fresh strawberry.&lt;/div&gt;
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Me to Ava &quot;if you wanna play with the big kids, you gotta clean with the big kids&quot;.  Ava to me &quot;Big kids are boring&quot;.&lt;/div&gt;
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the
 kids made me a surprise &quot;meal&quot; consisting of honey nut cheerios, 
sunflower seeds, graham crackers, Ritz crackers and cookies.  I am to 
wash this down with a 2 gallon glass of milk.&lt;/div&gt;
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nothing
 warms your heart like watching your Mom playing Mother May I with your 
kids.  And watching them fall when they try to take scissor steps makes 
it even a little funnier...&lt;/div&gt;
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is
 enjoying having my parents in town. We were able to take a tour of 
Memorial Stadium this morning, sort of a last minute adventure...very 
fun!  Grilling out T-bones and broccoli tonight!!&lt;/div&gt;
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walked
in to the girls&#39; room to find Ava shut in the closet, surrounded by
stuffed animals, holding a flashlight, serving tea to her &quot;friends&quot;. I
was half expecting to find ET among the guests...&lt;/div&gt;
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is
 amazed at my kids&#39; ability to re-frame a situation into their unique 
perspective.  I walked out and looked in the fridge and noted that we 
were out of cheese.  Tyler walked out and looked into the fridge and 
declared that something strange had happened to our refrigerator.  The 
cheese has disappeared.  He is now in the process of solving this 
&quot;mystery&quot;.&lt;/div&gt;
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new
 summer rule:  &quot;When daddy can&#39;t take you fishing, you cannot substitute
 the experience by pulling the guppies out of the fish tank with your 
hands and drying them off with paper towels&quot;.&lt;/div&gt;
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Tyler
 just came running upstairs yelling for Dad.  I told him that Dad was 
working and that I would help him.  Exasperated, he comes running up the
 stairs holding two obscure Star Wars figure guys.  He says &quot;Okay, I 
need to know if these are good guys or bad guys and blah blah blah you 
don&#39;t know.  I need Dad&quot;.  I guess he told me.&lt;/div&gt;
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Tyler
 just walked up to me and told me to be careful because our house is 
full of booby traps.  I know, their names are Julia, Ty and Ava.&lt;/div&gt;
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just
 heard Jason tell Tyler that he&#39;s asking to get into trouble.  I then 
heard Tyler say &quot;I don&#39;t think I&#39;d ever ask to get into trouble, Dad&quot;.&lt;/div&gt;
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Julia
 asked me today if I would still be teaching college when she goes to 
college.  I said, &quot;I don&#39;t know, I think so&quot;.  She responds with &quot;Well, I
 want you to teach me Mom, so, you need to still be teaching 
then&quot;...Hmmm...thought I was teaching you now...&lt;/div&gt;
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has
 Tyler convinced that I have eyes in the back of my head.  He believes 
that when I became a mom, they magically appeared.  Today, while at the 
zoo, he asked if he could wait for me and Ava in the play area while we 
went to the bathroom.  Umm....no.  His loud response?  &quot;Mom!  Just use 
the eye in the back of your head to keep an eye on me! It doesn&#39;t ALWAYS
 have to be getting me in trouble!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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Julia
 got clocked the other day at the Children&#39;s Museum...totally smashed 
her nose up. After getting through all the tears, she looks at me, all 
happy like and says &quot;Mom! I hope my nose will look like yours now!&quot; 
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is re-instituting Kids Cooking Nights for Fridays this summer...the kids have been working up their recipes all winter long...&lt;/div&gt;
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Julia&#39;s
 words of wisdom today &quot;this guy came in and told us that we have three 
needs...food, shelter and clothing.  But, he&#39;s wrong.  We need love.  
Without that, we wouldn&#39;t even be alive&quot;.  Ava&#39;s words of wisdom today 
&quot;Mommy?  Don&#39;t throw up because it tastes bad&quot;.&lt;/div&gt;
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would
 not let Ava have M&amp;amp;M&#39;s today given that she threw up this morning. 
 This decision was met with the most pathetic look in the world and an 
acid &quot;You&#39;re not a very nice Mama!&quot;.  Currently biting my lip to contain
 the laughter building up inside...&lt;/div&gt;
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While
I was gone at Aunt Anne&#39;s Shower yesterday with Julia, Tyler and Ava
took one of Ava&#39;s dresses and attached a paper head and paper legs and arms to
it. This is Tyler&#39;s girlfriend. She is now present at all our family
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just
 said, in complete exasperation &quot;Stop Asking Questions!&quot;  To which Ty 
replied, in all seriousness,  &quot;What is questions?&quot;...and Ava echoed 
&quot;Yeah, what is questions?&quot;.  I have nothing more left today.&lt;/div&gt;
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Ava
 just sang &quot;here comes the bride, big fat and wide&quot;. Thank you, first 
grade boys. Thank you very much for giving my 3 year old this fabulous 
outlook. Now, enjoy your upcoming high pitched voice, zit filled, gangly
 early teen years. Then see how big, fat and wide the bride is. Sheesh.&lt;/div&gt;
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Ty
 walked up to me tonight and said, &quot;You know Mom, we don&#39;t have to wait 
until night time to give each other a hug and kiss&quot;.  No, bud, we don&#39;t.
  Hang on a minute while my heart finishes melting...&lt;/div&gt;
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I
 heard Ava screaming bloody murder, so I went running upstairs to find 
that Ava had bitten Mickey Mouse and Julia had lectured her about it.  
Tyler (Micky&#39;s owner) was sitting next to Micky looking concerned.  Now 
Mickey has a band aid with red marker on it attached to his head while 
he recovers under a blanket. As if these guys don&#39;t create enough &quot;real&quot;
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is
 reminiscing about the baby days...my youngest baby girl is turning 4 
this summer and idolozes my oldest baby girl who is listening to the 
Jonas Brothers and talking about boyfriends...8 going on 16...and my son
 is talking about protecting his sisters...such a far cry from changing 
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The
 Easter Bunny dropped a bunch of jelly beans all over the floor 
again...he&#39;s much too jittery when he hides his eggs. Tyler just 
informed me that he is going to go &quot;watch&quot; his candy to make sure 
nothing happens to it.  The girls have been &quot;accidentally&quot; eating candy 
all morning.  Happy Easter everyone!&lt;/div&gt;
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Tyler
 asked for a girl&#39;s phone number today.  Of course, she didn&#39;t know it. 
 So, he asked her Mom.  Her Mom replies &quot;It&#39;s in your preschool list&quot;.  
Ty responds &quot;Why won&#39;t you give me your number?&quot;  This child needs some 
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Tyler
 &quot;Does Indiana Jones have a Mom?&quot; Me-&quot;Of course he does, someone had to 
give birth to him!&quot;  Tyler &quot;His dad could have&quot;.  After beginning to say
 that this was anatomically impossible, I stopped short, realizing the 
trap I was walking myself into.  Instead, I replied &quot;Dads don&#39;t have 
what it takes to give birth&quot;.  Talk about stategic ambiguity...&lt;/div&gt;
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Tyler
 and I were talking today about &quot;tears of joy&quot;.  He told me that the 
only time he ever had tears of joy was when he and Daddy completed all 
the levels on Star Wars Wii.  I love that kid.&lt;/div&gt;
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&quot;Mom,
 are all kings fat?  Mom, why are leprechauns all fast?  Mom, Why are 
leprechauns so small?  Mom, Why don&#39;t leprechauns give us their gold?  
Mom, why do we take leprechauns gold?  Mom, can we go to the end of a 
rainbow?  Mom, what&#39;s Jesus&#39; phone number?&quot;  That was one of the longest
 car rides ever.  And I&#39;ve never felt so inept.&lt;/div&gt;
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so,
 I&#39;m cleaning Tyler&#39;s face.  He yells, &quot;Hey, don&#39;t do that Woman!&quot;.  
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Just
 read to the kids that one particular type of dinosaur was over 12,000 
lbs. Ty says &quot;Whoa. Is that even bigger than YOU, Mom?&quot;.  Thanks for 
that.  Guess I&#39;ll hit the gym 5 days a week instead of 3 from now on.&lt;/div&gt;
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Ava
 and Julia are trying to decide which sticker packets each one gets.  
Ava says &quot;Give me one!&quot;  Julia responds &quot;Just a minute, let me find the 
worst one&quot;.  Ava says, matter of factly, &quot;Oh, but, I really don&#39;t like 
worstest ones&quot;.  Seems reasonable.&lt;/div&gt;
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Julia
 gets in the van today after school and promptly informs me that she&#39;s 
going to have kids without getting married??  I get home and, as I&#39;m 
processing this, Tyler asked me if I peed in the chair??  Ava then 
punched me hard and told me she liked my booty.&lt;/div&gt;
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had
 another night filled with steam showers, &quot;looking at the stars&quot; to get 
cold air and vomiting (Ava). Woke up to find our pet fish nearly 
dead..spent the morning doing emergency fish revival so Julia could say 
good-bye. I&#39;m taking Julia to the dentist today where she will get her 
first shot of Novacain. This was not the way I had hoped to kick off the
 week...let&#39;s hope for an early week turnaround!&lt;/div&gt;
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Ava
 climbed into my lap, snuggled into the cutest ball you&#39;ve ever seen and
 said &quot;Mommy...I have a teeny tiny bit of pee pee in my pants&quot;.  Thanks 
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pensively
 considering what I just witnessed--Julia coming out of the kitchen 
after finishing dinner waving her hands in the air and singing &quot;slimy 
hands&quot; over and over again.  Then, she falls into the wall--hands 
first--and runs upstairs dragging them across the wall. I have no more 
questions about why I feel the need (though certainly not the 
motivation) to re-paint every 6 months.&lt;/div&gt;
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 got smacked by a flying Ty...jump off the stairs, down to a somersault 
and ending with super high jump...as I was trying to get to the stairs. 
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 running downstairs at the sound of a loud CRASH only to find that the 
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 caught Tyler fantasizing (talking aloud, just like his mama) about the 
day that he owns his own house and can play the Wii whenever he wants.  
In this fantasy, I lived next door and brought him pie whenever he 
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family this summer. No sooner were the words out of my mouth did Ty come
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head from me&quot;. Me &quot;Hmmm...when did that start?&quot;  Julia &quot;Yesterday&quot;.  
Tyler reasons &quot;He probably saw his head in the mirror and didn&#39;t like 
the way his head looked so he&#39;s hiding it from you&quot;.  And so it&#39;s 
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 this for a guilt trip from our little Master of Guilt (Julia)? &quot;Mom, 
I&#39;ve been reading my book of bible stories in bed, but, I can never get 
past the Moses one because you guys always tell me to stop reading and 
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 asked me today why I have so many voices.  When I asked what she meant,
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like I was from somewhere else, but when I read Little Women, my voice 
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Ty
 found some like-minded friends today at the Ager Play Hall.  Amidst 
their running and hooping and hollering about Jabba the Hutt, the boys 
yelled, almost in unison...&quot;Jedis stick together!  Down with Jabba!&quot;  
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Ava-
 &quot;Moms aren&#39;t pretty&quot;.  Me- &quot;What?&quot;  Ava -&quot;Moms aren&#39;t pretty, Mom.  
Only girls are pretty&quot;.  Me- &quot;Oh.  What are Moms then?&quot; Ava -&quot;Moms are 
just the parents of kids&quot;.  Thanks for self confidence boost, Avs.  I 
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battle.  He won&#39;t let any bad guys near me.  &quot;Mom, just wait there, I&#39;ll
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 heard Julia get out of cleaning the messiest part of the house by 
telling Tyler that since he was the &quot;expert&quot; cleaner, he should tackle 
it, to which he readily and proudly agreed.  Ahhhh, my young apprentice,
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I
 told Ava to take a bath, and asked Julia to help her.  A little while 
later, she comes down, hair wet, clean clothes and says &quot;Um, Mom?  I 
think I forgot to clean my body and to wash my hair&quot;-then proceeds to 
give me a huge bear hug.  What she lacks in effectiveness and 
efficiency, she makes up for in cuteness.&lt;/div&gt;
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Tyler
 has turned our family room into a Pokemon battlefield and the girls 
have turned our whole upper level into a dance floor.  I&#39;m not sure 
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playing
 Othello with the kids.  As I sat considering my next move, Ava, growing
 impatient, looks up at me with her sweet, 5 year old little eyes and,  
in a gruff voice from someplace insider her I have not yet been 
introduced to says&quot;Go ahead, Steve&quot;.  My concern immediately went from 
which move is best to how I can profit off the obvious fact that she is 
channeling a professional poker player.&lt;/div&gt;
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will
 find peace as soon as my senses have become accustomed enough to all 
the new noises generated by the various gadgets from Santa to tune them 
out at will.  The one device that was damaged by the altitude of Santa&#39;s
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Ava just asked me for eggnog--and then in a hushed, serious voice, adds &quot;But Mom, do NOT put anything in my nog&quot;.  Well shoot.&lt;/div&gt;
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the
 kids have staked out positions all over the house for spying Santa&#39;s 
sleigh, complete with secret signals for an unexpected sighting.  
Between Norad and their look out points, it&#39;s entirely possible this 
could be the year they spy him leaving presents--I just hope he is still
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Julia
 got a Wizard Science kit from Grandma and Poppa and just walked by me 
saying &quot;When I&#39;m done with this I&#39;m going to turn Tyler into a frog&quot;.  
Without batting an eye, Tyler said &quot;First test it out on the 
refrigerator--I want to be a cool looking frog&quot;.  At least they&#39;re 
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 this Christmas Eve Eve, I sit here listening to Julia coughing up a 
lung and Ava dry heaving into a bowl.  I wonder if Santa would prefer it
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Tyler
 came up to me tonight and simply said &quot;Mom, thanks for teaching me to 
read&quot;.  Those moments where I see our kids embrace their own ability and
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 finished homemade hot chocolate and, as the kids gather around the tv 
to watch tonight&#39;s bowl game, I hear Tyler say &quot;Dad, you&#39;re the best Dad
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Ava
 asked me for paper and the stapler.  20 minutes later she walked up to 
me with a paper watch on her wrist, saying &quot;Mom, I would prefer it if 
you would let me have a snack now instead of after dinner...my watch 
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*FAIR
 WARNING* to all neighbors and unwitting passers-by: The reading of 
Where the Red Fern Grows has apparently infested our house with &quot;Dog 
Wanting Disease&quot; and the kids&#39; proposed cure is to earn and save their 
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Ava
 and I were laughing hysterically because Butterscotch randomly raised 
his hand as if he had something to say. Right in the middle of our 
laughing fit, Ava stops and says &quot;Oh, Mommy. That&#39;s such a great memory.
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Tyler
 lost his DS...and so now he has resurrected &quot;Finger Guy&quot;--- a never 
ending drama involving our hero, Finger Guy, and his nemesis Hand Guy.  
He has an endless supply of storylines and, best of all, I can&#39;t take 
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 read the second chapter of Where the Red Fern Grows to us this 
evening...and, with wide eyes, Ty stops her and says &quot;Wait a minute. You
 mean they make traps that can catch stuff? Really? I&#39;ve been waiting my
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 girls are upstairs talking about puberty.  I&#39;m downstairs taking notes 
on all the information being generated between the two of them.  For 
instance, did you know that you can&#39;t get Swimmer&#39;s Ear until you&#39;ve 
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 comes down after we thought he was asleep, Magic Treehouse book in hand
 and a look of absolute resolution on his face, and says &quot;Mom, I need to
 read&quot;.  I spent the next 45 minutes exploring the world of Jack and 
Annie as they embark on missions from Merlin.  If you&#39;re going to 
maneuver a later bed time, may as well get some more reading time in!&lt;/div&gt;
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 just told me that the only word he knows how to say is &quot;no&quot; for the 
next couple of weeks.  I handed him a dictionary and told him he better 
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 the magic of Christmas when we took the kids to see Santa Friday night,
 as Santa finished talking with our kids, nailing everything about them 
and making them feel like he knew each of them personally, he pulled 
both Jason and I aside and talked with us about the beauty of childhood 
and parenting, and with a wink, thanked us for being such great parents 
to the kids.  I truly think I may have finally met the true St Nick this
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I
 just overheard Tyler and Julia talking about cooking together as a 
family.  Tyler was talking about learning how to cook even better than 
Mom and Dad, and Julia responded &quot;well, I don&#39;t compete with Mom when we
 cook---we have a very good cooking relationship, and I just don&#39;t want 
to ruin it&quot;.&lt;/div&gt;
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I
 walk out into the kitchen to find Tyler pouring a glass of water over 
his head.  Before this all registers, I hear &quot;Hey Mom! Dad!  This really
 hits the spot--you should try it!&quot;  Thanks bud--I&#39;m all set for now.&lt;/div&gt;
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Me
 &quot;Julia and Tyler, you&#39;re doing a much better job keeping your rooms 
clean&quot;.  Ava &quot;Well, I&#39;m doing a much better job at making myself burp&quot;. 
 Clearly my silence about this developing ability was not as powerful as
 I would have liked it to be...&lt;/div&gt;
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performed
 an important &quot;Momly&quot; duty tonight in conducting a reading session with 
the kids despite a clear need on the part of one blossoming reader to 
brush teeth. Once I made said reader aware of this issue, there was no 
hesitation at all on the part of this little reader to make it known 
that I, too, suffer from the same offensive breath. In fact, I would say
 there was much joy and satisfaction being taken in this proclamation. 
Touche&#39; my young reader. Touche&#39;.&lt;/div&gt;
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Tyler
 &quot;I accidentally drew on myself with permanent marker&quot;.  Me &quot;Really?  I 
accidentally spent your allowance on my coffee today&quot;.&lt;/div&gt;
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Ava
 just told me that worm poop is magical because it helps make the soil 
rich.  I suppose that&#39;s one way to look at it.  Of course, I&#39;d be just 
fine not considering worm poop at all, but, since we&#39;re talking about 
it, at least it&#39;s positive.&lt;/div&gt;
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at
 dinner tonight, we spent the evening taking in the excited energy from 
our kids--Julia completely energized from her first day at Spanish; 
Tyler on fire with all the strides he&#39;s making with his reading; Ava 
going on and on about her letter sounds...it&#39;s such an amazing thing to 
see the passion ignite over and over again for them as they embrace 
their education!&lt;/div&gt;
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Ava
 just walked up to me, out of the blue and said &quot;Bring it.  Bring it 
on!&quot;  With pleasure, my dear daughter--once I figure out what the &quot;it&quot; 
is I am bringing.&lt;/div&gt;
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after
 a wonderful family dinner at Hu-Hots last night, Ava, quite 
unexpectedly yelled out &quot;Man, I love pig!!&quot;.  Apparently, they quality 
of their pork is too exceptional to be contained.&lt;/div&gt;
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this
 morning, as I asked Jason if what I was wearing looked alright, Tyler 
responds &quot;Mom, it&#39;s impossible for you to look bad. You&#39;re too pretty&quot;. 
  My boy.  And he hasn&#39;t asked me for anything yet either.&lt;/div&gt;
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Julia
 &quot;There&#39;s a likely percent chance for snow tomorrow, Mom&quot;.  Oscillating 
between precise and ambiguous--well played, my young daughter.&lt;/div&gt;
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Thursday, October 27, 2011 at 10:12pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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today,
 I watched my son do his part in the All Saints Day Parade as St. 
Michael the Arch Angel.  I sat there, rushing through an incredibly busy
 day, for 30 minutes, with tears in my eyes as he proudly, and boldly, 
said his lines.  Tonight, by a roaring fire, Julia confided in me that 
she had &quot;tears of joy&quot; watching Ty today.  Warm fuzzies all around...&lt;/div&gt;
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Friday, October 21, 2011 at 5:11pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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&quot;Daddy! Mommy! We just saw a wild cow!!!&quot; Amazing what re-framing a car trip as a safari adventure can do...&lt;/div&gt;
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From
 the backseat of the car, Tyler just commanded his sock monkeys to play 
dead if they wish to survive &quot;the next attack&quot;.  I often contemplate 
that strategy myself...&lt;/div&gt;
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Julia--
 &quot;you know things have gotten pretty out of control when Mom starts 
lecturing us with words we don&#39;t understand&quot;.  Yes.  And if you want to 
understand me, you better shape up.&lt;/div&gt;
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Funny.
  Ava has a pumpkin shaped space open in her tummy--apparently one that 
can only be filled by a Brach&#39;s pumpkin shaped candy corn.  I didn&#39;t 
even know that was anatomically possible.  Quite a marketing advantage 
for Brach&#39;s, I&#39;d say.&lt;/div&gt;
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Ava
 went to the bathroom and informed me that she is going &quot;Number 4&quot;.  
This is one of those parenting moments where you realize that it&#39;s 
better not to ask questions.&lt;/div&gt;
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Monday, October 17, 2011 at 7:33pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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Ava ate her caramel apple and decided that her teeth just aren&#39;t big enough for &quot;all that good gooyness&quot;.&lt;/div&gt;
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Tyler
 just asked me if I have Santa&#39;s phone number.  It is my sacred duty to 
withhold such information from children wishing to plead their case.&lt;/div&gt;
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Friday, October 14, 2011 at 4:51pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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our
 children offered us a &quot;Spiritual Bouquet&quot; for our anniversary-- a 
beautiful card and a list of prayers they will say for us.  I have never
 received such an amazing gift in all my life.&lt;/div&gt;
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Julia--&quot;Mom, do you have a minute to cuddle with me?&quot;  I can think of nothing I&#39;d rather do more.&lt;/div&gt;
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Ava--
 &quot;Mom, how can you still be talking when I ate your head?&quot;  And this 
will be the question that permeates my thinking for the day.&lt;/div&gt;
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Ava
 comes out of swim lessons and screams at the top of her lungs &quot;Guess 
what!  I didn&#39;t pee in the pool this time!&quot;. As I tried to stifle a 
laugh I realized the lap swimmers that share the pool with her every 
week seemed a bit uncomfortable.  #kidsarehorrifying&lt;/div&gt;
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the
 best part of children&#39;s laughter is the point at which the silent 
convulsions that ensue after prolonged laughter are punctuated with a 
desperate snort for breath.&lt;/div&gt;
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Why,
 no matter where I go, am I &quot;base&quot; for all tag related games and 
activities? And importantly, how do I change this state of affairs?&lt;/div&gt;
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Me
 &quot;Tyler, come dance with me!&quot;  Tyler, &#39;Mom, dancing with you is bad with
 a whole bunch of bad on top&quot;.  When did I get transported back to high 
school?&lt;/div&gt;
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had
 a long talk with Tyler tonight about dealing with different friend 
issues.  As we were wrapping things up just before bed he says to me 
&quot;Hey, umm, Mom?  One more quick question. How does someone take over the
 world?&quot;  I wonder what those kids talk about at recess.&lt;/div&gt;
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Tyler
 looked at me this morning-- Hey Mom, what&#39;s the code to turn off the 
alarm?  Seriously, Ty? Do you think I would relinquish what little power
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This
 morning, while changing out laundry, Robin--of the dynamic duo Batman 
and Robin--fell out of the clothes.  I found myself wondering why Batman
 would send Robin on a mission like this by himself and then began to 
question the value of Aqua Man in the whole SuperHero Squad if he isn&#39;t 
going to take on the water related missions.  Clearly I need more sleep.&lt;/div&gt;
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The
 lights flickering on and off randomly, Ava screaming-- &quot;You aren&#39;t the 
boss of me!&quot;, Tyler screaming &quot;I&#39;m soooo dirty&quot; and &quot;No one hits me 
except me!&quot;, Julia rolling her eyes muttering &quot;Whatever&quot;.  I&#39;m on 
sensory overload at the moment.&lt;/div&gt;
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Tyler
 just said he found a paperclip from the 1990&#39;s behind our couch.  He 
said this as if the 1990&#39;s were ancient...equal to pre-historic times.  I
 think I just felt at least 4 wrinkles spontaneously develop.&lt;/div&gt;
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the
 other day the kids and Jason came down to campus with me to drop a few 
things off.  Julia grabbed a Journal of Communication and informed me 
that she needed to start reading it so she could get ready for college. 
 It now goes with her everywhere and looks great with her new 3rd grade 
student planner and English textbooks...&lt;/div&gt;
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after
 dinner tonight, Julia says she&#39;s glad she got to lay around all summer.
  I&#39;m taking her to the doctor in the morning to check for damage to the
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Ava
 &quot;Me and Teddy are back together&quot;. Me &quot;I hadn&#39;t realized Teddy was on 
the outs-- what happened?&quot; Ava &quot;Yeah, Scooby and I started hanging 
out--he was my best toy for a while. But, now Teddy&#39;s my best toy 
again&quot;.&lt;/div&gt;
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Julia,
 in a panicky state, comes running upstairs &quot;Mommy! Daddy!  We have an 
emergency!&quot;  Alarmed, Jason and I yell back &quot;WHAT?&quot; Julia responds &quot;We 
zipped Tyler up in a suitcase and now we can&#39;t unzip it!&quot;  Oh.&lt;/div&gt;
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Jason
 &quot;Ty, that&#39;s way too much jelly on your toast&quot;.. Ty &quot;Well, then I guess 
it&#39;s a good thing I like jelly, isn&#39;t it?&quot; Smart Alec.&lt;/div&gt;
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while
 vacuuming the half of Ty&#39;s room that is clean, a loud, unnatural sound 
escaped from the vacuum cleaner.  He comes running upstairs, points to 
the half of his room covered with papers and various artifacts and yells
 &quot;you didn&#39;t disturb my laboratory, did you, Mom???&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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Julia
 and I had a bet about Jonas Brothers lyrics....when I showed her what 
the lyrics were (and that I was right),  she looks at me and says 
&quot;yeah...don&#39;t always trust computers&quot;...I love that girl!&lt;/div&gt;
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Ava-- &quot;YES! I can lick my armpit!&quot;  We celebrate all victories, great and small.&lt;/div&gt;
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Ava
 asked me what my grandpas were like and I told her that they were nice 
men, but I never knew them.  She asked me why not, and Julia interjected
 &quot;Because they died in the Civil War, Ava&quot;.  Apparently, we have very 
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...silence...soon
 broken by all three kids walking out of their rooms with dripping wet 
rags, beaming with pride and an explanation offered by my 4 year old 
&quot;Mommy, we&#39;re scrubbing down our rooms so they look shiny&quot;.  Oh for 
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all
 three kids have completed all three summer reading programs--and, just 
as we wrap the last one up, Ty walks up to me with his self-made summer 
reading program to &quot;get us through the rest of the summer&quot;.  Good, cuz 
I&#39;m not sure what I would have done with myself.&lt;/div&gt;
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girls
 asleep, standing with my son at his bedroom window watching the pre-4th
 of July fireworks in anticipation of lighting our stash off tomorrow.  
He looks at me and says &quot;The thing is, I wish I had eight eyes so I can 
be sure I don&#39;t miss any of them!&quot;  I love the 4th of July in Lincoln!&lt;/div&gt;
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Ava
 looked at me tonight with a pensive look on her face...then decided to 
assert her thought.  &quot;Mom, the reason my tummy hurts is that I didn&#39;t 
hear it when it told me to stop&quot;.&lt;/div&gt;
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Julia asked me if we could make cookie dough and watch an old movie together.  My kind of girl :-)&lt;/div&gt;
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thinks it&#39;s great that my son was so excited to give me my birthday 
present from the kids that he couldn&#39;t wait one more week.  I&#39;m not even
 gonna think about the fact that the gift is a Wii Fishing Game and that
 he has already &quot;called his shot&quot; so to speak in identifying the exact 
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just
 helped Julia purchase her very first digital camera with the money 
she&#39;s worked so hard to save--what a great feeling to see the look on 
her face!&lt;/div&gt;
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tonight&#39;s
 activities: listening to Tyler read Green Eggs and Ham, participating 
in Julia&#39;s newly established &quot;Research Club&quot;, explaining the value of a 
well balanced dinner, illustrating the difference between being a leader
 and being a tattle tale, offering a cursory explanation on how babies 
are made, playing a supporting role in Tyler&#39;s latest Batman episode and
 watching Jason rid the backyard of varmints.&lt;/div&gt;
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Ava
 just ran up to me, crying hysterically, screaming that Julia ate her 
brain.  Is it bad that my response was that she better not have eaten it
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after
 dinner tonight, Tyler looked at me and said, &quot;You are pure magic, 
Woman&quot;.    I&#39;m not sure if I should be amused or offended.  So I&#39;m going
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Ava
 got a call from her &quot;boyfriend&quot; this morning---the two of them cooked 
up a plan to go to the park this Friday...she has requested that I bake 
&quot;something special&quot; for their play date.  I guess I better get on that.&lt;/div&gt;
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after
 failing miserably in my attempt to brush Ava&#39;s teeth due to 
incomprehensible giggling and excessive squirming, I was met by Tyler 
who took my hand ever so gingerly and told me that I am &quot;a very good 
woman with a kind heart&quot;.&lt;/div&gt;
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Ty
 walks up to me...&quot;Do you know who I am?&quot;  No, Ty...who are you?  &quot;I&#39;m 
that cool kid who has bugs in his pocket.&quot;  And then he pulls out a 
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my
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on the draw as her older sister), completely naked, screaming &quot;this is 
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in
 his ever-evolving quest to earn more money, Tyler has decided that he 
will begin passing out &quot;speeding tickets&quot;.  If any of us (presumably Mom
 and Dad) are caught &quot;speeding&quot;, we will be responsible to pay a $75 
fine directly to him.  I&#39;m thinking it&#39;s time to reverse the tables a 
bit---perhaps every time he gets sent to his room, he should pay us, say
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What
 an incredible day! After a great evening playing ball with the kids, we
 all came in and read---at which time time we discovered that Ava&#39;s 
sounding out Dick and Jane!! Tyler&#39;s reading Level 2 books and is 
excited to move to chapter books (his motivation and confidence have 
sky-rocketed lately) and Julia&#39;s reading one of my all time favorites as
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McDonald&#39;s cup---I asked her what she was drinking.  She responds &quot;Diet 
Dr. Coke.  What are you drinking?&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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 other day, we got a call from the school principal.  About Tyler.  
Jason took the call--and, when she said who she was and why she was 
calling, Jason apprehensively asked what this was about.  She asked him 
&quot;Do you have a goatee?&quot;  Yes.  &quot;Do you wear glasses?&quot; Yes.  She said she
 and the teachers have been getting a kick out of Ty&#39;s rendition of the 
Easter Bunny for the last couple of weeks, and she wanted to be sure he 
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Tyler
 gave me, among other beautifully crafted pictures, a gift certificate 
for a spa night.  I asked him what he was going to do for me on my spa 
night.  His response?  &quot;I don&#39;t know.  I figured you could handle it&quot;.&lt;/div&gt;
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We
 were watching the super cool parts of Spider Man with the kids and then
 Peter Parker kissed his lady love.  Jason promptly turned it.  Julia 
yells out &quot;DAD!  How am I supposed to learn how to do that if you won&#39;t 
let me watch that??&quot;  I never knew Jason could turn so many shades of 
purple.  It was pure entertainment.&lt;/div&gt;
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does
 not have the words to explain how much I value the innocence of my 
children--this evening, Julia saying the &quot;s&quot; word in reference to 
&quot;stupid&quot;, Tyler telling me that Batman is going to get into trouble if 
he keeps driving the Batmobile so fast, and Ava asking Jason to write me
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Tyler
 came downstairs all frustrated with Julia and said &quot;That woman won&#39;t 
let me do ANYTHING&quot;.  Between this and the beer comment, I&#39;m beginning 
to feel like Rip Van Winkle....did I sleep through this kid&#39;s 
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My
 world just fast-forwarded 15 years. While sitting at Bagels and Joe 
today, I overheard Tyler telling his buddies that he felt like he was 
drinking a beer (it was applejuice).  As I sat there, open-mouthed, one 
of his buddies asked him for a drink of his beer.&lt;/div&gt;
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sat
 down this evening over a pan of brownies fresh out of the oven and a 
glass of ice cold milk while I listened with Jason and the kids as Ava 
explained that she switched boyfriends today.  Can&#39;t think of a more 
perfect way to spend my evening.&lt;/div&gt;
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the
 dishwasher stopped working. Tyler reasons that someone must have put a 
bomb in it.  Ava begins to see smoke (that isn&#39;t there) and all three 
kids are now certain that we have been attacked by scoundrels and 
villains.  Seems about right.&lt;/div&gt;
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 are few things that make you feel smaller than having your eldest 
daughter look at you through teary eyes after you&#39;ve spent 20 minutes 
curling her hair in the middle of your morning chaos exclaiming &quot;I 
wanted curly, Mom...not Poofy!&quot;  I thought it looked elegant, not poofy.
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Tyler
 sat down to read to Ava last night and, as they were settling in, he 
says, quite matter-of-factly, &quot;Aves, I need my reading glasses to do 
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asked
 Julia what she learned after visiting Morrill Hall with her classmates 
for their field trip today.  She replied &quot;I learned that 
boyfriends/girlfriends can go to Morrill Hall together.  Oh, yeah, and 
that diamonds are crystals.&quot;  Interesting.&lt;/div&gt;
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today
 Tyler sat looking at me while surrounded by a big pile of Valentine&#39;s 
Day treats from his friends and thanked me for his V-Day present from 
Jason and I.  Suddenly, his expression darkened as an unpleasant 
realization appeared to overcome him.  After a couple of minutes of 
tortured deliberation, he walks up to me and hands me a Blow Pop from 
his stash and says &quot;Happy Valentine&#39;s Day, Mommy&quot;.  I love that kid!&lt;/div&gt;
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 has pierced ears.  As does Julia.  We had a mother daughter moment this
 evening involving bodily mutilation to express our feminine beauty.  
Thanks, Claire&#39;s.  For the holes in my ears.  And thanks for throwing in
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While
 at the Doctor&#39;s office today, Ava was offered a &quot;Barbie&quot; sticker.  Her 
response &quot;Are you kidding me?  I can&#39;t stand Barbie!&quot;  Cinderella has 
not yet eaten my daughter.&lt;/div&gt;
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has
 a very real concern that Tyler will ask his teacher tomorrow how to 
kill someone with a rope.  Another blind spot in our reasoning when 
selecting Clue for Family Game Night.&lt;/div&gt;
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 loves that every time we go out to dinner, Ava tells us what she wants 
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 just told me that he wants to make a copy of his head so he can jump on
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Ava
 just informed that the Fresh Beat Band is coming over today. I suppose I
 better nail down anything that looks like it could be used to play 
music so those delinquents don&#39;t make off with it.&lt;/div&gt;
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smiles
 every time Julia tells me something is instresting...she&#39;s so pensive, 
and thinks deeply about things...and to hear her say the word just 
slightly wrong is kind of a neat look into where she&#39;s headed through 
where she&#39;s been.&lt;/div&gt;
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my
 son just came out to me, carrying a plastic tea cup carrying Julia&#39;s 
newest kitchen creation entitled &quot;Lemonade&#39;s Bay&quot; and proclaimed it our 
new Castle Family Christmas Drink.  Julia best write this down...&lt;/div&gt;
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So,
 today before preschool,  Ava went to the bathroom and, without warning 
she says &quot;Mommy, will you wipe my butt hogs&quot;?  Huh?  All day long, I&#39;ve 
thinking about what awful show I had unknowingly let her watch...and 
then, it hit me...&quot;butt hogs&quot;  was her interpretation of  &quot;buttocks&quot;.  
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Ty
 &quot;So, romantic comedies are like when the people puke right before they 
kiss each other, right&quot;? My son---such a little charmer...&lt;/div&gt;
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Ava &quot;Why doesn&#39;t Voldemort have a nose?&quot; Tyler &quot;Because evil stinks, Ava&quot;. My work here is clearly done.&lt;/div&gt;
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You
 know it&#39;s been a great Christmas when your 6 year old looks at you and 
asks &quot;Mommy, is today a dream?&quot;. Merry Christmas to one and all!&lt;/div&gt;
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Baking
 pies, watching movies and listening to the kids run &quot;Christmas Morning 
Drills&quot;--on a never-ending quest for the most efficient way to get 
everyone downstairs on Christmas morning.&lt;/div&gt;
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Tuesday, December 18, 2012 at 12:40pm CST&lt;/div&gt;
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Today,
 while eating lunch with Ava&#39;s kindergarten class, I made the mistake of
 mentioning that now, after eating Doritos, I probably have Dorito 
breath. Guess how many kindergarteners let me smell their breath today? 
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Tyler
 gets in the van after school today and announces &quot;Mom, I&#39;m awfully 
suspicious of myself&quot;. This does not bode well for the rest of us.&lt;/div&gt;
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In
 the midst of the morning chaos, Julia looks at me and says, &quot;Mom, do 
you think you&#39;re going to have another baby?&quot; Hello Monday.  Nice to see
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Thursday, December 13, 2012 at 9:21pm CST&lt;/div&gt;
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While Ava was home sick today she made &quot;Ava&#39;s homemade booty wash&quot;.&lt;/div&gt;
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So,
 yesterday, my son nearly had a heart attack. He opened the mailbox to 
find a letter addressed to him with no return address. Upon opening it, 
he found a personalized autograph from his favorite football player, Rex
 Burkhead. What a great guy to take the time to respond to an awe-struck
 8 year old&#39;s letter.  I honestly don&#39;t think that kid has calmed down 
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Tyler
 got sent to his room during dinner. When we called him back down so he 
could finish eating, he told us he was going to call the police to bring
 him dinner because his parents wouldn&#39;t let him finish his, and he was 
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Poor
 Ty is having a rough go of it this week. After dishing out yet another 
consequence last night, I sat him down to give him a pep talk and 
explain that these consequences are an important part of him learning 
how to be responsible and accountable. After a long talk, he gave me a 
hug and said he understood. I am pretty sure, however, that I will be 
featured as some sort of evil villain in his next comic book.&lt;/div&gt;
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This
 morning, as I was serving up breakfast, Tyler looks at me and says 
&quot;Mom, why are you so dressed up today?&quot; Considering that I was wearing a
 ratty sweatshirt from the Lincoln Race Track and an old pair of jeans, I
 asked him what he meant. He responds &quot;Well, you&#39;re not wearing 
sweatpants and a t-shirt&quot;.  Sadly, my writing mode attire is having a 
lasting impact on his picture of me.&lt;/div&gt;
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Ty:
  &quot;Mom. Dad needs to teach me how to use a hammer. And a hacksaw.&quot; Yeah.
 No he doesn&#39;t Ty:  &quot;MOM! Yes he does! It says so in my Cub Scout 
handbook!&quot; Yeah, well, this wouldn&#39;t be the first time we bucked the 
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At
 basketball clinic and Ty and Ava come running up to me, Ava in tears 
and Ty rolling his eyes. Never a good sign. Ty comes up &quot;Mom. It&#39;s not a
 big deal&quot;. Ava, through sobs, explains that she hit Ty in the face with
 a basketball. As I process that the wrong child is crying, I give her a
 big hug and tell her how sweet she is for worrying about her brother.  
She looks at me and says &quot;I&#39;m not worried about him! I&#39;m really 
embarrassed!&quot; So much for my warm fuzzy Proud Mom moment.&lt;/div&gt;
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&quot;Ava, stop making noise.&quot; 
Ava- &quot;Okay, I&#39;ll play my homemade trumpet then&quot;.  I think she&#39;s missing the larger concept here.&lt;/div&gt;
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Ava&#39;s
 homework tonight was to practice acting out position words. So, she 
acted out above, below, etc. Really kind of cute to watch. Then, we got 
to &quot;bottom&quot;. Things started to go south at this point, but, I was able 
to get her back on track. Until we got to &quot;behind&quot;. There was no 
regaining control after that.&lt;/div&gt;
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Julia
 just told me that she&#39;s going to keep her Christmas list &quot;reasonable&quot; 
this year. I asked her what reasonable meant. She answers &quot;You know, 
Mom, like, I&#39;m not asking for world domination or anything, so, it 
should be just fine. Don&#39;t worry&quot;. Well good.&lt;/div&gt;
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Tuesday, November 20, 2012 at 8:46pm CST&lt;/div&gt;
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Ava
 just told me she can&#39;t wait to eat the turkin for Thanksgiving. I 
looked at her, smiled, and said &quot;you mean turkey?&quot; She smiles and 
responds, &quot;No, Mommy. I don&#39;t mean turkey. I mean turkin. It&#39;s French. 
Adios, Mate!&quot; Clearly I lack a certain cultural sophistication.&lt;/div&gt;
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Just
 told the kids over dinner about the year I asked for Rudolph for 
Christmas in an attempt to demonstrate that you don&#39;t ALWAYS get exactly
 what you want. Rather than getting some sympathetic nods of 
understanding, I was berated for being so silly as to ask for Rudolph on
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Tyler,
 unable to find clean pants, yells &quot;Hey, let&#39;s have a naked-o-thon!!&quot; 
Let&#39;s hope this is a reflection of a healthy sense of self confidence 
and not foreshadowing to the college years.&lt;/div&gt;
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Thursday, November 15, 2012 at 4:04pm CST&lt;/div&gt;
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Taking
 a break from writing, playing the &quot;Animal Guessing Game&quot; with Ava. Her 
clue &quot;We share Aunt Sisters with him&quot;. What? &quot;Mom, we share Aunt Sisters
 with him, it says so at Morrill Hall!&quot; Answer-- Gorilla.&lt;/div&gt;
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Ava
 woke me up this morning screaming &quot;Happy Veterinarian&#39;s Day!&quot; With a 
heart full of gratitude, I&#39;d like to say thank you to all the veterans 
and their families that have sacrificed so much so that we can raise our
 children in a country where they have the opportunity to learn, grow 
and become someone who can use their talents to make a difference in 
this world. Happy Veteran&#39;s Day.&lt;/div&gt;
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Thursday, November 8, 2012 at 8:53pm CST&lt;/div&gt;
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Julia
 has quoted John Tesh to me on at least three occasions in the last 
week. I honestly never thought that guy would come back to haunt me.&lt;/div&gt;
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Saturday, November 3, 2012 at 10:38am CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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Explaining
 politics to Ty--talking about the electoral college, popular vote, term
 limits, swing states, and after we got through all of this, he looks at
 me and said, &quot;So, kind of like Senator Amidala and the Republic?&quot;  Yes.
 Exactly like Senator Amidala and the Republic. Substitute light sabers 
for political calls, and you about have it.&lt;/div&gt;
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Thursday, November 1, 2012 at 11:21pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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Thinking
 about my day today, it dawned on me that today was highly educational. 
While at the zoo with my children, I learned some very important things.
 I learned that Ava&#39;s favorite animal is now a horse (formerly a 
monkey), Julia no longer likes potato chips and has an affinity for 
crocodiles, andTyler thinks Rex Burkhead is the best football player to 
ever walk the face of the earth (apparently replacing Taylor Martinez). A
 day well spent, I&#39;d say.&lt;/div&gt;
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Saturday, October 20, 2012 at 12:24pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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The
 doorbell rings...and all three kids come running to the window to see 
who it is--upon realizing it was no one we knew, they all start running 
around like crazy,  screaming in alarm  &quot;Get back...get away from the 
door! It&#39;s a solicitor!!! Stay back!! Solicitor, Solicitor!!&quot; What do 
you wanna bet that guy never stops by our house again?&lt;/div&gt;
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Tuesday, October 16, 2012 at 5:02pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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Helping
 Tyler study for his prayer test &quot;Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is 
with you. Blessed art thou when you&#39;re swimmin&#39;...&quot;  I guess we have a 
little more practice to do...&lt;/div&gt;
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Thursday, October 11, 2012 at 4:18pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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Julia wrote a recipe for me.  I can&#39;t not share it:

&quot;Recipe for Kathy Castle&quot;
4 cups of love
5 bags of intelligence
4 1/3 tsp of strictness
4 1/2 cups of teaching
10 hunks of listening
11 bags of faith
8 pounds of understanding
13 bags of researching

Warm for 5 minutes with hugs. Top with smiles
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I
 surprised the kids with sugar cookies in the shape of jack-o-lantern&#39;s 
today.  They were so excited. And now two of the three of them are in 
tears over them. One&#39;s crying because s/he snuck bites out of someone 
else&#39;s cookie on the sly and now feels guilty. Another is crying because
 s/he noticed the aforementioned bites, as well as the &quot;crumbiful&quot; mess 
she makes with the cookies. The third is laughing because of all the 
tears. And finally, as this emotional moment climaxed, they each 
admitted that none of them even liked the cookies anyway.  So, that was a
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All
 three kids are out in the backyard yelling &quot;thank you!&quot; to Jack Frost, 
raking leaves, rolling around in them and generally having a blast. 
While I am sure my neighbors are less than appreciative, I myself am 
really enjoying my coffee and the relative silence inside my house.&lt;/div&gt;
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Tuesday, October 2, 2012 at 6:23pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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Ava&#39;s
 writing in her journal. It&#39;s highly sensitive, private stuff. We are 
not allowed anywhere near it. It remains hidden in some undisclosed 
location when she&#39;s not writing in it. She doesn&#39;t allow us to even look
 her direction when she&#39;s writing.  Somewhere along the way she&#39;s going 
to realize that asking me to spell each word she wants to write out for 
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Ty,
 in a moment of reflection, says &quot;Man, there are times I wish I was 
allowed to say shut up to people. Be quiet doesn&#39;t always cut it&quot;.&lt;/div&gt;
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Saturday, September 29, 2012 at 3:54pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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Ty
 and Jason camped out last night with Cub Scouts, and tonight the two of
 them are going to the NE game together.  I told Ty to hang tough today 
and, if he gets tired, it&#39;s okay to let Dad know and they can leave the 
game early.  He responds with &quot;Mom, you&#39;re not a man, you&#39;ve never been a
 man and you will never be a man.&quot; It seems he is learning a few things 
at school. Now we just need to work on taking all that knowledge of his 
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Tyler
 looked at me all wistfully and said &quot;I can&#39;t wait for the snow to come 
so we can walk out and be all cold and then get all cozy with hot 
chocolate and a lot of blankets and a warm fire. Plus, I want to hit you
 with a giant snowball, Mom.&quot; I&#39;d kind of like to hit him with one too, 
truth be told.&lt;/div&gt;
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Tuesday, September 18, 2012 at 6:08pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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Just
 overheard a conversation that the kids were having about how Ty&#39;s 
football and Ava&#39;s ballet conflict on Monday nights, making it so I have
 to miss one or the other of them. Initially a cute little discussion 
reflecting on what I told them about how no matter how much I want to 
make everything they do, I can&#39;t be two places at once, it quickly and 
disturbingly devolved into a discussion about the possibility of 
splitting me in two so I could make all their events.  I don&#39;t think I&#39;m
 going to sleep very well tonight.&lt;/div&gt;
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Monday, September 17, 2012 at 8:52pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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Sunday, September 16, 2012 at 8:38am CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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The
 boys tripped our security alarm this morning, sending everyone into a 
screaming panic. All in all a successful sleepover, I&#39;d say.&lt;/div&gt;
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Tyler&#39;s
 having his first sleep over at our house tonight.  Julia, in an effort 
to negotiate this evening, tells Tyler that if he and his friend are 
good, she might give them each a piece of her candy. Tyler responds with
 &quot;Umm, sorry Jules. Good isn&#39;t part of tonight&#39;s equation. The whole 
reason I invited him over was to NOT be good.&quot; At least we all know 
where we stand for the evening :/&lt;/div&gt;
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Ty
 threw his first ever touchdown pass last night!! I missed it, though, 
because Ava had her first ever ballet lesson.  While waiting for Ava, 
Julia and I had our first ever Mother/Daughter study session-kind of a 
fun new twist on our relationship--books spread out all over the table, 
both of us reading and writing--Julia using my articles as scrap paper 
to work out math problems...me taking notes on articles using her math 
book for leverage.&lt;/div&gt;
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I
 overheard Julia telling Tyler to &quot;wait until Mom&#39;s stressed out and 
then ask her&quot;. Shortly after that, I heard the kids talking about &quot;the 
technique&quot;...which from what I can gather, involves puppy dog eyes. Game
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Ty
 &quot;Guys, we have to do 5 chest bumps when the game starts&quot;. Me &quot;Ty, I 
don&#39;t do chest bumps.  I&#39;ll do butt slaps, but not chest bumps&quot;.  Julia,
 &quot;I don&#39;t do either chest bumps or butt slaps, how about high fives?&quot;  
Ava, &quot;I&#39;ll do five thumb sucks&quot;.  Welcome to Football Saturday at our 
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Happy
 Birthday to Julia this weekend! She&#39;s 10 years old tomorrow.  So hard 
to believe.  It seems like just yesterday I was trying to figure out the
 right way to give her a bath...calling my mom freaking out, convinced I
 had ruined my 4 day old baby because she was so mad she was screaming 
and crossing her eyes at me after we took her out of the bathtub.  We 
survived that and have enjoyed an amazing 10 years...and it just keeps 
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Ava
 just ran up to me and said &quot;I only ever smell my own&quot;. Curious, I asked
 her to elaborate. She simply looked at me with an expressionless face, 
stuck her thumb in her mouth and ran off. Which, really, is okay, 
because I&#39;m pretty sure that&#39;s overall good rule to live by, no matter 
the situation. I&#39;m good with that.&lt;/div&gt;
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Tyler
 comes to me, all tearful and sad eyed, &quot;Mom, I broke one of your action
 figures&quot;.  As I walk with him to the scene of crime, I see one of my 
Willow Tree statues laying in pieces on the floor. I looked over at him,
 and he looks at me with big, sad brown eyes, holding the now 
decapitated head up for me to examine &quot;Mom, it&#39;s worse than I thought. I
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Tyler,
 &quot;I was born with the gift of boyness&quot;.  Julia, without batting an eye 
&quot;I think I&#39;d see if you have a gift receipt&quot;.  Sheez. It&#39;s getting rough
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Julia,
 walking away from my computer &quot;Mom, I love Amazon. I just had a little 
shopping moment&quot;. Heart pounding in my chest, I race to the computer to 
assess the damage--and realize with great relief that her Amazon wish 
list is substantially bigger, and no new orders were made. Dodged a 
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I
 am not at all ready for the kids to go back to school--it&#39;s always kind
 of a sad time. But, I can tell I&#39;m getting closer because I find myself
 slipping into dreams of of the peace and silence that only fall can 
bring. During one such moment, I was shocked back into reality by Tyler,
 who jumped front and center into my view screaming about how excited he
 is for Christmas as he presented me with our &#39;to do&#39; list for this 
years holiday season-scribbled out in the margins of the school supply 
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Woke
 up with Ava less than an inch from my face. &quot;Mom, I love you, you great
 big woman!&quot; Ty yells &quot;AVA! She&#39;s not a great BIG woman!  She&#39;s a GREAT 
WOMAN!&quot; Julia &quot;None of this ever goes like we plan&quot;. I wonder if they&#39;ve
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Some
 little guy in Ava&#39;s golf group made a snarky remark about Ava 
yesterday.  Ty heard about it and kept his ears open today.  I guess he 
made another snarky remark today, to which Ty responded &quot;Hey Kid.  Bad 
things are gonna happen if you insult my sister again&quot;.  Atta boy, Ty.  
Now, I&#39;m going to turn my phone off in case this child&#39;s parent calls me
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Ty
 &quot;What do we celebrate on Labor Day?&quot;  Julia, &quot;We celebrate all the 
women who go into labor so we can be born&quot;.  Yep, I&#39;m goin&#39; with that.&lt;/div&gt;
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Tyler
 and Ava talking about marriage: &quot;Mom&#39;s not really a Castle. Dad got to 
change her name when they married. She&#39;s a fake Castle.&quot;  Ava, shock and
 awe in her voice, &quot;Mom&#39;s a fake?&quot; Ty &quot;yeah, she gave birth to us and so
 WE&#39;RE Castles, but she&#39;s not real&quot;.  And this is how the world turns 
for the eight and under crowd. So glad we&#39;re not in school--I can only 
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Ty:
 &quot;Mom, why do I have to let girls go first all the time?  Adam didn&#39;t 
let Eve go first when they were created.&quot;  Me: &quot;Yeah, and look where 
that got him, Ty.  Down one rib.&quot;  Oh. Right.&lt;/div&gt;
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Took
 the kids to Morrill Hall today to see the new exhibits and the movie, A
 Starry Tale.  When Ty saw the trailer included a girl with long flowing
 hair, he immediately said &quot;the only way I&#39;m going to survive this movie
 is if I think about how I will save the world when the aliens attack&quot;. 
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I
 took the kids to the library on campus the other day to pick up a book.
  We had to use the back alley elevator that takes you to the half floor
 and always reminds me of Harry Potter and the in between platforms they
 use to get to Hogwarts. Thinking myself clever I told them they better 
not mention He Who Shall Not Be Named.  As we stepped out into the half 
floor, we were hit with a weird gust of wind or something, and Ava 
screamed (loudly) and refused to leave the elevator, convinced of 
Voldemort&#39;s presence.  Parenting Fail.&lt;/div&gt;
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Screams
 from the backseat of the car are generally harmless. On this particular
 day, my quick glance back revealed blood all over Ty&#39;s smiling  mouth, 
dripping down his chin.  As I took in the gory scene, I tried to make 
sense of it.  Then I hear-- &quot;Mom! Will the tooth fairy be alright with 
all the blood?&quot;. Ok. Now I can breathe.&lt;/div&gt;
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Tyler&#39;s
 making up Super Heroes for his new comic book. Fire Guy, Aqua Man 
(don&#39;t have the heart to tell him that he already exists), Sock Monkey 
Guy...and Gun Boy. I&#39;m trying to convince him to change Gun Boy to Gum 
Boy--seems like he could have all kinds of creative battles and 
hero-like action with a guy that knows his way around his Hubba Bubba. 
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Tyler,
 in a not so smooth attempt at confirming his suspicions about his 
birthday presents (still several days away) &quot;So, Mom.  Is there a reason
 you have a Lord of the Rings Lego Set in your closet?  I mean, you 
don&#39;t really seem like the Gollum type&quot;.&lt;/div&gt;
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Tyler &quot;can we get cream of pizza soup?&quot; Brilliant!&lt;/div&gt;
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Tyler &quot;Hey Mom. I&#39;ve been thinking. I&#39;ve got a lot of stories to tell, so, if you can find a movie maker set, I&#39;d take it&quot;.&lt;/div&gt;
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FAIR
 WARNING: Ava is walking around asking people if she can smell their 
armpits.  I&#39;ve advised her of the potential ramifications of this 
particular request.  She seems disinterested in and remains unswayed by 
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I
 just overheard the kids talking about how dogs have puppies.  Tyler 
asks &quot;I wonder how many they lay at a time?&quot; Ava says &quot;I don&#39;t think 
they lay them.  I think Mommy had us the same way dogs have them&quot;.  
Well, yeah, but, not EXACTLY.  Sheez.&lt;/div&gt;
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Ava
 hurt herself tripping over a toy train in a valiant attempt to get away
 from the fly that Tyler was chasing with a fly swatter.  Crying, she 
runs to me completely naked (just out of the bath), hurt and scared.  
Tyler, completely concerned about his little sister, says, &quot;Hey Ava, if 
it makes you feel any better, there are fly guts all over the window&quot;.  
Grimacing, I thank him for his big brotherly help, and set Ava down. She
 promptly runs to the freezer to get the boo boo bunny.  And hurts 
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Ty&#39;s
 getting ready to take his bath and I asked him to move the bathing 
suits first.  He responds &quot;what&#39;s a bathing suit?&quot;  Exasperated, I tell 
him he&#39;s not being funny.  He responds &quot;Seriously, Mom-I don&#39;t know what
 those are&quot;.  I look at him, determine he&#39;s not trying to make a joke 
and I respond &quot;Swim trunks for girls&quot;.  I actually see the light go on 
over his head.  Sometimes I forget how easy it is for a kid to see 
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The
 other morning Ava and I were playing fairy tales.  That afternoon we 
ran to the store and she asked me for a pack if gum.  When I said no, 
she yells &quot;you evil witch!&quot; in her princess voice.  The cashier hands me
 my receipt all wide eyed and shocked like. Yeah.  That&#39;s how we roll, 
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Ava
 just asked if we could institute a new rule--if one kid gets invited to
 a sleepover, the other two need to be able to go too.  I think this is a
 FANTASTIC rule, though I&#39;m fairly certain it will cut down on our 
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Julia
 looked at me yesterday as we were snuggling and wistfully commented 
that she wished time would stop for just a little while so she wouldn&#39;t 
grow up so fast.  My little one isn&#39;t so little anymore...&lt;/div&gt;
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Walking
 in the door from vacation, Ava announces &quot;the best thing about being a 
kindergartner is I get access to knives&quot;.  As I am pondering how she has
 come to that conclusion, Tyler jumps in with &quot;Mom, I&#39;m going to make 
you so proud.  I&#39;m going to shoot birds out of the trees with my 
slingshot so we can eat chicken&quot;.  Apparently, our trip to the mountains
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Ava &quot;Mommy!  I congraduated into Kindergarten!&quot;  That&#39;s one of the most efficient statements I&#39;ve heard in a long time.&lt;/div&gt;
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Tyler:
 &quot;The more I think about it, the more I think that everyone that doesn&#39;t
 agree with my ideas is just not very smart&quot;.  Clearly I have some work 
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As
 I&#39;m struggling to pull the over-flowing trash out of the trash can, 
Tyler, from behind me yells &quot;Hey Mom, watch this!&quot;  Clearly struggling 
and frustrated, I say &quot;Ty, does it look like I can watch anything right 
now?&quot;  Ty &quot;No.  Hey Mom, watch this!&quot;  :/&lt;/div&gt;
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Ava
 was telling the kids about the boy who asked her to be his friend while
 we played at the park this afternoon.  Tyler, immediately on guard says
 &quot;Wait a minute.  A boy walks up, out of nowhere and asks you to be his 
friend for no reason? What do you know about this guy?  I think you need
 to think a little bit more about this&quot;.  Big Brother Protection Mode in
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Took
 the kids to the library yesterday and, while these two sweet little 
girls and their sweet mother were searching out fairy books and all 
things sugar and spice, my three kids were enthusiastically looking 
through the Goosbumps series, specifically trying to find &quot;Vampire 
Breath&quot; and &quot;Revenge of the Garden Gnomes&quot;.  After a reproachful look 
from said sweet little mom, I looked at my kids and said rather loudly 
&quot;You know what garden gnomes LOVE to eat?  Fairies!&quot;  Sweet Mom and 
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In
 explaining that there&#39;s nothing to be afraid of in the dark, Tyler 
looks at me as if I was the poster child for stupidity and says &quot;yeah, 
nothing to be afraid of but the Hideous Creatures of the Night&quot;.  Well, 
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Tyler
 &quot;Let&#39;s get out back and hunt monsters!&quot; Julia &quot;Why don&#39;t we sit on the 
deck and discuss things?&quot; Ava &quot;I&#39;m going to sit on the deck and play 
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Julia &quot;What do I smell?&quot;  Ava &quot;You smell some AVA!  And it smells GREAT!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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Ava
 is trying to get me to pull out her just barely loose tooth.  I say to 
her &quot;Ava, honey.  Mom is kind of an expert on teeth. Trust me&quot;.  Ava&#39;s 
response &quot;Ummm, Mom?  Last I checked you weren&#39;t a dentist&quot;.  Seriously?&lt;/div&gt;
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Tyler
 &quot;I&#39;d take a few more wings, Mom&quot;. Wait, didn&#39;t you finish your dinner 
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 now I hear Tyler screaming &quot;Woo! Woo! Wooooooo!&quot; and periodic gushes of
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Tyler
 &quot;Can I put peanut butter on my cereal instead of milk?&quot;  Yet another 
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Ava
 &quot;Mom, I forgot what strawberries with sugar tastes like. Sure wish I 
could remember&quot;.  What she lacks in subtlety she makes up for in 
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Julia
 to Tyler &quot;It&#39;s impossible to sneeze with your eyes open&quot;. Tyler &quot;What? 
 What? How do you know?&quot;  It seems Julia has thrown down a 
gauntlet...one that Ty will spend the next several days trying to take 
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I
 told the kids that I saw a leprechaun amid a bunch of clover at the 
park a few days ago. Just for a quick second...cuz, you know, they&#39;re so
 fast.  Anyway, Tyler gets as in depth a description as I could muster 
given the brevity of my sighting, and has been using this description to
 fuel a massive leprechaun hunt with his buddies at recess every day. 
Today, some little girl walked up to him and told him &quot;Tyler, your Mom 
lied about the leprechaun. They&#39;re not real&quot;.  Tyler looks at me and 
says &quot;Mom. those are fightin&#39; words&quot;.  Yes.  Yes they are son. Tell that
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Tyler &quot;Um, Hey Mom? I have a quick question before I go to bed.  How do you make a baby?&quot;  Fantastic end to my Tuesday.&lt;/div&gt;
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I
 spent the morning working and the early afternoon making one of Ava&#39;s 
&quot;dreams come true&quot; by helping her build an elaborate fortress at the 
park out of rocks, sand and sticks. More work this late afternoon and 
this evening will be a fun filled fishing adventure--great day--if I can
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Ava
 has adopted this strange behavior of running at me from a distance and 
ramming into me as hard as she can.  Over and over and over again.  
Maybe she&#39;s part Mountain Goat.  Is this a show of affection or an 
attempt at dominance?  It wouldn&#39;t be the first time Animal Planet has 
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Me &quot;Kids, go to bed.&quot;  Ava &quot;No thank you&quot;.  This might not be a bad time for me to differentiate &quot;order&quot; from &quot;request&quot;.&lt;/div&gt;
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Me
 &quot;Tyler, I don&#39;t want to hear any whining at all this weekend&quot;. Tyler 
&quot;Great. You just ruined my whole weekend plan, Mom.  Thanks&quot;.  Smart 
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Julia: The
 chicks I got (at school) just hatched! 9 of them hatched.  Here are 
their names: General peep, Willow Jr., Cheese head, Cheese puff, Billy 
Bob Jr., Chicken little, Pipsqueak, Fuzz ball, and Ming Ming! I came up 
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Ava &quot;Mom, do monkeys have peewee places?&quot; Me &quot;Yes, they do.  Let&#39;s not talk about this anymore&quot;.&lt;/div&gt;
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 &quot;Is Julia done gurgling yet?&quot;  Me &quot;What? She&#39;s researching for her 
report&quot;.  Ava &quot;No, Mom, she&#39;s gurgling!&quot;  Julia &quot;AVA! I&#39;m GOOGLING&quot;!&lt;/div&gt;
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The
 kids made a &quot;Big Foot Bed&quot; out in our backyard last night, hoping to 
lure the giant beast into our backyard.  As I surveyed their handiwork, I
 found a paper plate with peanut butter on it laying in the middle of 
the bed--an attempt to further entice their target.  Given all the 
creatures drawn to peanut butter that I would rather not have anywhere 
near my house, it&#39;s clearly time for me to enact Operation Sasquatch 
Elimination.  First step-- incite  unreasonable fear of the ferocious 
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In
 looking at the picture Ty made of him and Juia and Ava sledding down a 
hill, I gave him a big kiss and told him that it warmed my heart that he
 pictures winter with so much love for his family.  He responds &quot;Um, 
Mom, didn&#39;t you notice the hot chocolate?  I&#39;m trying to beat them to 
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Ty
 &quot;Zombies don&#39;t hurt you, they only eat your brain&quot;.  Might not hurt to 
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Tyler
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Wii.  Every day he&#39;s been counting his money and calculating how much 
money he has in the bank...and then today, both Julia and Ava decided to
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together for the three of them. I took three ecstatic kids to Target 
today to pick up their hard earned game.  Warms my heart.&lt;/div&gt;
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the cat and prompting a predatory attack on her buck naked shoulder, 
Julia hit her head...on her own knee... and Tyler&#39;s got a bum wheel due 
to a wipe out on the stairs. Let the post Valentine&#39;s Day sugar crash 
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&quot;MOM!
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horror video--you can be my star!!&quot;  Just what every Mom longs to 
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the chaos, is listening to all three kids fighting. Julia yells some 
totally articulate generalized grievance while Tyler belts out some 
forceful accusation...and then there&#39;s Ava. Completely flustered and 
spitting mad, screaming out all the wrongs the two of them have ever 
done to her while replacing all &quot;r&quot; sounds with &quot;w&quot; sounds. It&#39;s like 
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 making signs for her teammates to hold up to help cheer on her 
basketball team this afternoon. They are the Panthers, and on each sign,
 there is a fun fact about Panthers &quot;Did you know, Panthers are the 
strongest cats on earth?&quot; Followed by &quot;proof&quot; of each fun fact.  These 
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 talked me into playing Little People with her, then unceremoniously 
tossed a farmer at me and ordered me to &quot;act lame&quot; while she played with
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 &quot;Mom, I don&#39;t like being a big fat tick&quot;.  Me &quot;Honey, no one likes 
being a big fat tick.  But being a big fat tick is the only way you can 
go play in the snow&quot;.  Ava &quot;Alright, I&#39;ll be a tick, but I won&#39;t like 
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 syrup, opens it and points it at Julia.  Jason and I simultaneously 
yell for him to drop the syrup.  His response &quot;What could possibly go 
wrong?  I have a magical butterfly in my pants&quot;.  Oh.  I hadn&#39;t factored
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 comes home from school and pronounces &quot;The day is coming, all people of
 the world. The day is coming when I will tell you all exactly what I 
think!&quot;.  Then he went into the kitchen to grab an oatmeal chocolate 
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Tyler this afternoon after school, I hear Ava exclaim &quot;Holy Shrimp!  
Why&#39;d you do that Julia?&quot; from the kitchen. After clarifying that it 
was, in fact, shrimp that I heard, I have to admit that I am a little 
impressed, despite what this might mean about what has, or has not, 
slipped out unintentionally in her presence.   Can&#39;t say I&#39;ve ever used a
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Ava
 denounced her belief in my Mom Powers today.  When I asked her how she 
explained my inexplicable level of awesomeness in the absence of said 
powers, she sat there for a moment and then rescinded her denouncement. 
 I can rest easy for a little while longer with the knowledge that 
somewhere in her mind she still believes she might see the eyes in the 
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Tyler
 handed me a gooey, half sealed, battered envelope and, with big, 
innocent eyes asks &quot;Mom, will you lick this closed so I can give money 
to the poor?&quot; Sure son, I&#39;ll take one for the team. Ew.&lt;/div&gt;
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Claire&#39;s and Ava coming screaming out of her room, pants half on, piggy 
bank the size of her head bobbling in her hands, tears streaming &quot;WAIT! I
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Ava
 &quot;Mom, I want nothing more than to attack you right now&quot;. Under most 
circumstances, I would be highly concerned about this 
statement--however, given that I am teaching her how to play chess, I 
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Ava-
 &quot;Mommy. I&#39;m going to show you a video of me jumping off the basement 
wall. And it&#39;s funny, so I want you to laugh, not get me in trouble. Do 
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The
 kids are calling out the oppressive nature of Mistletoe. &quot;No stupid 
plant can tell me who to kiss! I have a right to kiss who I want, when I
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My
 first grade daughter just nonchalantly walked by an 8th grade boy and 
said &quot;Yo. &#39;Sup, Man&quot;. Surprised, I looked at him and asked if she was 
talking to him. He laughed and said &quot;It&#39;s cool. It&#39;s a thing we do&quot;. 
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Ava &quot;Mom. I&#39;m afraid The Burrito Balls may be in trouble&quot;. 
Me &quot;Why&#39;s that honey?&quot;
Ava &quot;We keep dropping like flies and I think there won&#39;t be enough of us pretty soon&quot;
Me &quot;Well, I&#39;ll be a Burrito Ball if you want&quot;
Ava &quot;Thanks, but you&#39;re not really Burrito Ball material Mom. Anyway, I don&#39;t think you&#39;d like it&quot;

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I
 showed Ava a paper I am working on. She casually thumbs through it,  
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Today,
 Ava walked up to me and said &quot;Hey. I think I see a Mommy who should be 
getting a hug. And she&#39;s so beautiful!&quot; Let&#39;s try, just for a moment, 
not to focus on the fact that I had just settled up allowances. The 
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Ty
 and I just had an in-depth conversation that ended with us 
simultaneously questioning whether or not The Force was mostly just 
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Tyler
 &quot;Mom, I&#39;m going to ask for this for Christmas. I think you should know 
that there&#39;s a possibility that it will explode. But I doubt it&#39;s very 
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Ava
 was up coughing most of the night last night resulting in two half hour
 long steam showers in the middle of the night and precious little 
sleep. This morning, as I stumbled to the coffee maker to find sweet 
salvation, she looks at me all bright eyed and excited about having the 
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Tyler
 is asking for a Kindle Fire for Christmas. This is a newly articulated 
request, so, when I asked him why he wants it, he said &quot;Mom. It has a 
Mayday button. Do you know what I could do if I had a Mayday button?&quot;  I
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Tyler--
 &quot;Mom, when you talk about your job, you speak a completely different 
language. I don&#39;t get you at all. Are you sure you&#39;re not from Mars?&quot; 
Most days I would say I&#39;m not at all sure about that.&lt;/div&gt;
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Ava
 just asked me who was going to draw the pictures for my dissertation 
when I write it. I think it&#39;s clear that she should be the illustrator.&lt;/div&gt;
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Friday, October 18, 2013 at 8:52pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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Ava
 ran up to me and sang &quot;I&#39;m not lovin. I&#39;m not even buggin&#39;. I&#39;m just 
huggin&#39;.&quot; Then she gave me a huge bear hug and ran away. Crazy kid.&lt;/div&gt;
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Wednesday, October 16, 2013 at 7:04pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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I
 asked Ty how he was doing after school. He responds &quot;You know what, 
Mom? I just really need some time hanging with my frogs. Do you get me?&quot;
 Yes, son. Sort of.&lt;/div&gt;
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Wednesday, October 9, 2013 at 7:04pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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I
 took Julia to the doctor&#39;s office today to have her ear checked out for
 a possible ear infection. We left after learning that her ears looked 
perfect--no infection whatsoever. We get in the car feeling all good and
 as I&#39;m pulling away, she says &quot;You know how sometimes I just sort of 
black out? I kind of did that in there&quot;. WHAT the WHAT?!? I hit the 
brakes, whip around and look at her. She stops, gives me a confused look
 and says &quot;Wait, Mom-- no-- I mean, space out&quot;. I haven&#39;t quite come 
down from that little scare yet.&lt;/div&gt;
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Wednesday, September 25, 2013 at 7:20pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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Tyler
 proclaimed to us this morning that no one at St. Peter&#39;s brushes their 
hair and that we are making him look stupid by making him brush it every
 morning. After I pointed out to him that my primary job as his mother 
is, in fact, to make him look stupid, I asked him if all those kids have
 the same attitude about brushing their teeth. He rolled his eyes at me 
and said &quot;of course, not, Mom. We&#39;re not animals&quot;. So, at least there&#39;s 
that.&lt;/div&gt;
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Saturday, September 21, 2013 at 10:01am CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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Julia
 woke up this morning and said &quot;I love my life, Mom!&quot;. Ava woke up this 
morning and said &quot;I love the weekends, Mom!&quot; Tyler woke up this morning 
and played the fart app Jason downloaded on his i-phone to ensure good 
smiles at our last family photo session.&lt;/div&gt;
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Thursday, September 12, 2013 at 3:59pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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&quot;MOM.
 You can&#39;t help me here. It involves getting past a locust, and that&#39;s 
really not one of your strengths&quot;. That kid has my number.&lt;/div&gt;
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Saturday, September 7, 2013 at 2:04pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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So,
 in preparing to send the kids with Jason to the game today, I took a 
break from loading them up on water and instructing them on holding 
hands even if they think it looks dorky to write Jason&#39;s cell number on 
every possible artifact I could (hands, arms, hat rims, paper in 
pockets). Tyler stops, grabs his hat from me before I could desecrate it
 with Jason&#39;s cell phone number, puts one arm on my shoulder and says 
&quot;Now, Mom. Don&#39;t you think things have gone a little too far here? This 
hat is for autographs only&quot;.&lt;/div&gt;
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Thursday, September 5, 2013 at 6:54pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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Ava &quot;there are times, like right now, when I like Quiet Mommy the best&quot;. Right.&lt;/div&gt;
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Thursday, August 29, 2013 at 7:33am CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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Julia-- &quot;Mom, is it hard to believe that your daughter is 11?&quot; 
Me- &quot;Yes, it is, Jules. Is it hard to believe that your Mom is 39?&quot; 
Jules--&quot;Nope, that sounds about right&quot;.&lt;/div&gt;
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Ava
 &quot;Mommy, ice cream has been spotted. And it needs to be eaten. By a girl
 whose name is Ava.&quot; Clearly I need to review active voice with my young
 first grader.&lt;/div&gt;
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Tuesday, August 27, 2013 at 5:23pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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Ava &quot;Mom, why can&#39;t your meetings all be here at home? That way I could come down and squeeze you whenever I wanted&quot;.&lt;/div&gt;
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Tuesday, August 20, 2013 at 7:30am CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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Tyler just walked up to me and told me that he is using his last 31 minutes of summer to create a countdown until next summer.&lt;/div&gt;
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Wednesday, August 7, 2013 at 9:55pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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I
 went to Deetz today and bought Ava the bongo she&#39;s been wanting for her
 birthday. The guy there had seen us in there looking at various 
instruments, remembering all three kids and their various instrumental 
preferences (Ava-drums, Ty-guitar, Julia-piano) and he asked me when I 
was going to get a bus to start touring with the kids. Made me smile. 
And consider how sweet that would be...&lt;/div&gt;
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Monday, July 22, 2013 at 10:28pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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I gave Ava a kiss goodnight tonight and was met with &quot;Oh yeah. There&#39;s the sugar, Mommy&quot;.  Yep. That happened.&lt;/div&gt;
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Monday, July 15, 2013 at 10:01pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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Tyler
 turned 9 this past week and has now decided that he will be my 
guardian. Based on the intensity with which he proclaimed himself my 
defender/protector, I feel sorry for the next guy that cuts me off in 
the Target parking lot.&lt;/div&gt;
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&quot;Ahhhh! You made me feel like I was gonna pee!!!&quot; Yes, folks, I&#39;ve still got it. The Mominator.&lt;/div&gt;
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Thursday, July 11, 2013 at 9:44am CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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Ava &quot;Mom, I&#39;m hungry&quot; Me-- Just a minute, I&#39;ll get you snack. Ava &quot;It&#39;s okay, I just ate my burp&quot;.  Brilliant.&lt;/div&gt;
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Monday, July 8, 2013 at 4:35pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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I
 was texting a friend of Julia&#39;s on her behalf, because that&#39;s my newest
 pre-teen Mom duty--social life receptionist-- and Julia says &quot;just 
don&#39;t use any of those big college communication words. I know what you 
mean, Mom, but most people don&#39;t&quot;.&lt;/div&gt;
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Friday, July 5, 2013 at 6:16pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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Ava
 just ran into our living room while Jason and I were talking and yelled
 &quot;I just wanted to let you know that I am not planning to interrupt you 
guys!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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Wednesday, July 3, 2013 at 4:02pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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This
 week I&#39;ve learned:
1) Ava plans to adopt all of her babies, and they will all have 
different colored skin because she doesn&#39;t think we have enough cultures
 in our family. Further, she hopes I&#39;m up to being a grandma to her 10 
or 20 kids.
2) Tyler plans to never have kids because that would mean he&#39;d have to 
marry a girl
3) Julia is far too mature for these kinds of conversations, so her 
opinion on the matter has not been disclosed.&lt;/div&gt;
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Wednesday, June 26, 2013 at 6:52pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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Famous
 Last Words &quot;Do NOT fling fly guts on me!&quot; Guess what got flung on me 
after Julia identified the two horse flies in our house as Public Enemy 
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Funny is eavesdropping on 
Ava as she cracks herself up practicing one-liners she thinks are going 
to &quot;zing&quot; each member of the family.&lt;/div&gt;
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Friday, June 21, 2013 at 3:38pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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The
 kids started fighting during their water fight this afternoon. About 10
 minutes into their punishment--sent to rooms--, Tyler comes down and 
says he wanted to tell me what happened from each of their three 
perspectives. He proceeded to lay out for me what happened and how each 
of them felt/probably felt during the fight. Quite a bit more time 
making the case for his own perspective--but definitely some good 
thought put into how the girls felt. Proud Mom Moment!&lt;/div&gt;
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Sunday, June 9, 2013 at 2:38pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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My
 afternoon at the ballpark--&quot;I&#39;m cold, I&#39;m hot, I have to pee. I&#39;m 
bored, I&#39;m not, I cannot see&quot;. Next time, I hope to leave Dr. Suess at 
home.&lt;/div&gt;
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Thursday, June 6, 2013 at 9:24pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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At
 tonight&#39;s baseball game, Ty prefaced every at bat by bending down, 
grabbing dirt and rubbing his hands together, Jackie Robinson style. 42 
had quite an impact...&lt;/div&gt;
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Monday, June 3, 2013 at 1:41pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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I
 took Ava and Tyler to camp this morning, and as I leaned in to give Ava
 a kiss good-bye, she hissed at me and ran off to join her friends. It 
rattled me so much I tripped and fell face forward leaving the school. 
If she thinks she&#39;s getting home made cookies for tomorrow&#39;s lunch, 
she&#39;s got another thing coming. I&#39;ll pack some Tender Vittles.&lt;/div&gt;
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Friday, May 31, 2013 at 9:30pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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All
 three kids fighting at the store after the ballgame--all three kids 
required to hold hands until we got to the car. It was the funniest, 
most awkward punishment I&#39;ve ever imposed. So I think I&#39;ll do it again.&lt;/div&gt;
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Thursday, May 30, 2013 at 7:16pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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&quot;Ava can I take your picture?&quot;  &quot;This is all you get Mama-- work with it!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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Sunday, May 12, 2013 at 9:16pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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And...we
 end mother&#39;s day with sweet kisses goodnight and Julia&#39;s comment &quot;Mom. 
I&#39;m glad I&#39;m pretty much a mini-you&quot;. Me-- Jules, you&#39;ve got your own 
personality. &quot;I know, Mom. But same hair, same eyes, same ability to 
freak out all the time. We&#39;re pretty similar.&quot;  Super.&lt;/div&gt;
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Monday, April 29, 2013 at 3:59pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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Tyler
 &quot;My friends and I have a plan. After homework is done, we&#39;re getting in
 our boxer shorts, going to the basement and watching some tv&quot;. When did
 my son start consorting with Al Bundy?&lt;/div&gt;
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Saturday, April 27, 2013 at 12:01pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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&quot;Hey Mom! Open your mouth and close your eyes!&quot; Yeah right. This isn&#39;t my first rodeo, kiddo.&lt;/div&gt;
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Wednesday, April 24, 2013 at 3:57pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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Great,
 Ava just told Julia and Tyler that some kid called her a turd and 
grabbed her head at recess. Julia&#39;s asking for details--name, classroom,
 dismissal group. Suddenly, Tyler pipes up.&quot;Ava--go get the yearbook, I 
need to see what he looks like. Where can I find this kid? We need to 
arrange a meeting so I can handle this&quot;. As I step in to intervene, I 
nearly get knocked out by the Karate Kid Flamingo kicks Julia&#39;s doing in
 a show of solidarity. Yep. This is exactly what I need.&lt;/div&gt;
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Tuesday, April 16, 2013 at 7:50am CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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Tyler
 walks into my room while I was changing, falls to the ground and 
screams &quot;My Eyes! They burn! Make it stop!&quot; How&#39;d he know I needed a 
confidence boost this morning?&lt;/div&gt;
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Tuesday, April 9, 2013 at 7:52am CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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I
 had Julia change her leggings because there was a hole in them. I was 
met with &quot;UNBELIEVABLE!&quot; as she ran upstairs to change. I mused under my
 breath &quot;Am I really that hard to believe?&quot;. All of a sudden, Ty walks 
up to me, puts his hand on my shoulder and says in a deadly serious 
voice &quot;Yes Mom. Sometimes you really are hard to believe&quot;.&lt;/div&gt;
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Tyler
 &quot;I want to live in the less calm part of Lincoln, Mom&quot;. Sweetheart, I 
don&#39;t think you have much of a choice. I&#39;m pretty sure that part of 
Lincoln lives within you.&lt;/div&gt;
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Monday, April 1, 2013 at 2:51pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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I
 heard a MAJOR crash and went running outside in a panic to make sure 
all three kids are okay. I look them over and half say/half yell &quot;What 
happened????&quot; To which Tyler replies. &quot;Nothing! I fell and the gutter 
reacted.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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Sunday, March 31, 2013 at 1:58pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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Ava
 &quot;So, Jesus died on the cross for me and the Easter Bunny brought me a 
bunch of candy. What&#39;s your Easter present to me, Mommy?&quot; I get taking a
 back seat to Jesus, but I don&#39;t need some rabbit throwing me under the 
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Sunday, March 31, 2013 at 7:19am CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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Happy Easter, Everyone! Or, as Tyler whispered to me during Easter Vigil Mass last night....&quot;celebrate good times, come on!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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Wednesday, March 27, 2013 at 10:06pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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Ava
 climbed into bed with me so she could snuggle in and tell me about her 
day. Julia and Ty figured out where we were and jumped in with us, 
laughing and giggling. Ava leans in and whispers, &quot;Why&#39;d they have to 
ruin our moment, Mommy?&quot; Love that girl.&lt;/div&gt;
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I
 was asking the kids about their first day back after vacation. After a 
lot of excited jibber jabber, Ty looks at me and says &quot;Well, there was 
one bad part for me today. I sneezed all over my buddy in church&quot;. 
Hmm...seems like maybe your buddy got the raw end of that deal, Ty.&lt;/div&gt;
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Saturday, March 23, 2013 at 8:28pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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Walked
 into the man-made swamp that seems to have replaced my bathroom after 
baths to hear Ava scream &quot;I didn&#39;t splash at all you believe me right, 
Mom?&quot; Hmm. Let me think that one through, Aves.&lt;/div&gt;
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Saturday, March 16, 2013 at 2:01pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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Ty thinks Alabama looks pretty &quot;Squatchy&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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Friday, March 15, 2013 at 6:54pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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Ava&#39;s
 warning: &quot;I think I have to  go to the bathroom and I think I can hold 
it for a minute&quot;. Luckily, we found a place right next to some after 
hours taxidermy operation.&lt;/div&gt;
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Thursday, March 14, 2013 at 5:19pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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Ava: &quot;Mom, I&#39;m going to just warn you right now. I know what 12 + 12 is and I&#39;m not afraid to tell you.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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Ty &quot;I&#39;m pretty sure I shouldn&#39;t be a heart doctor. I think I&#39;d hurt a lot of people&quot;. Solid rationale.&lt;/div&gt;
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Friday, March 8, 2013 at 8:47pm CST&lt;/div&gt;
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Tyler
 looked at me tonight and said &quot;Mom, when I&#39;m in trouble, your eyes look
 right through me. It gives me the shivers&quot;. And don&#39;t you forget it, 
young man.&lt;/div&gt;
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Friday, March 8, 2013 at 4:05pm CST&lt;/div&gt;
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Today
 after school I told Tyler &quot;I&#39;m proud of you, buddy&quot;. He responds with 
&quot;You wouldn&#39;t be proud of me on the inside, Mom. Trust me&quot;. Um. Right. 
What?&lt;/div&gt;
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Ava
 &quot;Dr. Suess should write a book about how to wipe yourself&quot;. Yes. Yes he
 should. And now, for the next several days, in whatever down time I can
 muster,  I&#39;ll be thinking about what a book like that might look like.&lt;/div&gt;
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 walked into the kitchen and heard Tyler say &quot;Ssshhhh! The Dark Lord has
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So
 today, I took the kids shopping for dance shoes, leotards, warm jammies
 and new shoes. While out wrangling up all this new stuff for the kids, I
 bend over to make sure the shoes Ava has on fit her well, and notice 
that there is the beginning of a hole wearing in the seat of my jeans. 
Noting that I was a whole 5 minutes ahead of schedule, I spied some cute
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friend&#39;s house for the afternoon. I quickly snagged the jeans, delegated
 responsibility for Ava and Ty to Julia and darted in the fitting room. 
For the first time in my life, the first pair of jeans I grabbed fit 
great...and they were on sale, so, I was starting to realize that this 
was, in fact, the perfect storm. As I walked out feeling oh so good 
about myself, all three kids are standing there, laughing hysterically 
at me. Not willing to let go of this wonderful feeling, I ignored 
them...until Julia says to me &quot;Uh, Mom? You know that was the men&#39;s 
dressing room right?&quot; Horrified, I looked up and realized there was also
 a camera on me as I strutted out of the room. So, if you see a news 
story about a pervert lady stalking men in the dressing rooms  at 
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Me:
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know. Probably football. And basketball. And tennis. And baseball and 
golf.  Soccer maybe, too. Yeah. Probably those.&quot; So much for narrowing 
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Ty
 just called his buddy, ran upstairs to his room for privacy, loudly and
 deliberately recited the exact time, then scheduled their next phone 
call. In 20 minutes. Something tells me I&#39;d better get out ahead of this
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Memorable
 Mom Moments: 100th Day of Kindergarten. First child: Julia brought 100 
stickers-purchased specifically in celebration of the occasion. Second 
child: Tyler brought 100 fishing lures that we scrounged up the night 
before the occasion. Third child: Ava brought &quot;100 pieces of air&quot; to 
make up for the fact that we completely blew the 100th day off. It&#39;s all
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Last
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him buy a dog with the $20 bill he handed me, Tyler looked at me and 
gave me a hug and said &quot;I missed you today Mommy&quot;. Man, I hope he never 
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Tyler
 is getting two teeth pulled this afternoon. In a strategic move 
designed to lessen his anxiety, I didn&#39;t say anything until this 
morning. Our conversation on the way to school &quot;Mom, will it hurt? Is it
 scary? Has this ever happened to you? Is the  needle big? Will there be
 blood? Will it be foggy out? Will it be cold out? How cold will it be? 
How much will it hurt? Is this normal? How many kids does this happen 
to? What do they do when they find out?&quot;.  I&#39;m Not sure my strategy 
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Sounds
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Tyler narrating every move he makes in the third person as he practices 
his sports announcing, Julia&#39;s commentary contradicting Tyler&#39;s take on 
things peppered in for good measure...&lt;/div&gt;
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Listening
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Tyler
 looked at me all lovingly yesterday and said &quot;Mommy? You know what? 
You&#39;ve got one of those super cool Dumbledore moles.&quot; It&#39;s kind of hard 
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Tuesday, December 9, 2014 at 7:18pm CST&lt;/div&gt;
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I love that, even at 40, my Mom is still calling me up to make sure I don&#39;t miss Rudolph.&lt;/div&gt;
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Sunday, December 7, 2014 at 7:53pm CST&lt;/div&gt;
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Sitting at Mellow Mushroom. Ava looks at me and says &quot;what is this place? French? Alabama? What?&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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Friday, November 28, 2014 at 7:40am CST&lt;/div&gt;
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I just learned that I am ruining Tyler&#39;s life in three distinct, yet equally important ways:

(1) I won&#39;t tolerate him saying &quot;crap&quot; or &quot;suck&quot; when expressing frustration, making him look like a goody two-shoes
(2) I have blocked cartoon network, preventing him from engaging in 80% of lunchroom conversation
(3) He gets sent to his room when he rolls his eyes at me

If nothing else, I&#39;m thorough.&lt;/div&gt;
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Wednesday, November 26, 2014 at 11:50am CST&lt;/div&gt;
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Upon
 hearing my discussion with Julia about spending Thanksgiving with 
family this year, Ava walks up to me and said &quot;Mama, I just need a 
clarification. Are we or are we not making our own turkey tomorrow?&quot; I 
explained that we were not making a turkey tomorrow. She presses me 
further with &quot;Okay, one more clarification-are we or are we not going to
 have leftovers?&quot; My ensuing response of &quot;no&quot; lead to a minor panic 
episode. Sometimes I really miss being able to get away with a little 
parental ambiguity.&lt;/div&gt;
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Monday, November 17, 2014 at 9:35pm CST&lt;/div&gt;
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Ava
 &quot;Mom, so, have we made arrangements for you to be buried close to where
 I&#39;m living?&quot; Damn. I knew I forgot something on my To Do list.&lt;/div&gt;
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Ava
 was asking me if the people living in Hungary were hungry. I said 
probably some of them are hungry, just like here in the US. She thought 
for a moment, looked at me and exclaimed &quot;It just makes sense that they 
should all move to Turkey then!&quot; That&#39;s how we roll--solving the 
problems of the world over pancakes...&lt;/div&gt;
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Tyler: &quot; I can&#39;t be an evil
 clown for Halloween. It&#39;s against my identity. I might have to just be a
 zombie&quot;. Surprisingly, this makes sense to me.&lt;/div&gt;
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Wednesday, October 8, 2014 at 8:13pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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Today
 we said goodbye to what was perhaps the best amphibian on this earth. 
Good-bye dear, Fang. You have been a wonderful companion to Tyler this 
past year and a half. I&#39;m not sure how Bob will carry on without 
you--we&#39;ll miss your middle of the night croaks and the way you 
out-smarted all those crazy crickets. You&#39;re forever in our hearts. And,
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Saturday, September 6, 2014 at 9:22pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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Ava
 is planning out our family&#39;s future. We are going to own an animal 
conservatory that caters to wolves, tigers, lions, horses, deer, bears 
and monkeys (in the attic). We will also have dolphins, swordfish, and 
sharks. Each of the three kids will specialize in one of these animals 
(the others we&#39;ll just wing, I guess). We will provide education for the
 public. Jason and I have a special role--we will be responsible for 
providing the food and for cleaning up the poop. Things aren&#39;t looking 
all that great for our retirement...but, on the bright side, I guess we 
can look forward to family togetherness.&lt;/div&gt;
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Tyler
 &quot;My homework this weekend is to practice talking loudly. I don&#39;t think I
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Ava
 &quot;Mom. I think you&#39;re pretty tough to live with 8 other feet that smell 
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Tyler
 &quot;Hey mom, you know how everybody knows that one kid who if he ever gets
 handcuffed, you know he&#39;ll be just fine?&quot; Uhhhh...no--why, is that you?
 &quot;No way! I&#39;m not that guy! I&#39;m the guy that knows the guy. And that&#39;s 
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Ava
 comes up to me dripping wet and wrapped in a towel. &quot;Hey Mom. I just 
got out of the shower. I didn&#39;t wash my hair and I didn&#39;t wash my body&quot;.
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Ava and her friend are singing together in their new band. The song they are singing goes a little something like this:

&quot;Oh you&#39;re a person! 
Yes, you&#39;re a person!
And there&#39;s no way to change that,
At least not yet
So I love that you&#39;re person
Until the day you&#39;re not a person
Anymore...&quot;

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Tyler
 &quot;Mom, you can talk Dad into about anything. I mean, I&#39;ve got a gecko 
for crying out loud. Can&#39;t you talk him into letting Ava get a hamster?&quot;
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This
 morning our whole family excitedly gathered around Daniel the Gecko&#39;s 
new home and watched him eat his very first calcium laced crickets. I 
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Tyler
 &quot;Mom, now that I&#39;m 10, I think I should fill you in on some of my 
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Tyler,
 after I asked him what movie he&#39;d like to see on our upcoming movie 
date. &quot;That depends. If I&#39;m in a bad mood, I want to see giant monsters.
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Ava &quot;Mom... Is it okay if, from now on, I take an hour a day to close my eyes and just think?&quot; Ummmmm.... Let me think---Yes.&lt;/div&gt;
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 amid the all the fireworks and chaos that epitomizes the 4th of July in 
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 11 year old looked at me tonight and observed &quot;Mom, in this family, we 
support each others&#39; dreams&quot;. Wow. That&#39;s a powerful thing to hear your 
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As
 I sat her and typed another inquiry about fundraising for my niece, Ava
 walks up to me and says &quot; Another one? Let&#39;s face it, Mom. If you can 
do anything for anybody--you&#39;ll do it&quot;. I couldn&#39;t stop the tears.&lt;/div&gt;
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Ava
 looked at me tonight after getting home from a long evening at 
(multiple) ballparks and said &quot;Home is different from every other place,
 Mom&quot;. I asked her what she meant, and she said &quot;Home is 
just...comfortable. And lovey. And snuggly&quot;, Exactly, sweet girl. 
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Ava- &quot; Mom, you&#39;re an interesting Mom. And juicy, too&quot;. So, that&#39;s one I&#39;ll tuck away for a rainy day.&lt;/div&gt;
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Ava-- &quot;This is the most fun I&#39;ve had since the last time I had this much fun!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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Ava
 has decided that for her birthday she wants a &quot;Mommy Doll&quot;---a doll 
that looks exactly like me. So cute. Or diabolical. I guess we&#39;ll wait 
and see if she decides to ask for pins next.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Ava &quot;Mom. I LOVE you. Even though yesterday, for a minute, I didn&#39;t.&quot; 
Me &quot;Oh. Well, good. I&#39;m glad to hear I&#39;m back in the game, kiddo&quot;
Ava &quot;Yeah. You can&#39;t really blame me. It&#39;s hard to love someone when they&#39;re yanking your tooth out of your head&quot;.
Me &quot;True dat, Aves. True dat.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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Wednesday, October 15, 2014 at 8:30pm CDT
Bottoms up. Its probably been 15 years since my last shot of Nyquil. Heres to a good nights sleep and a better tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;
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Tuesday, October 14, 2014 at 8:58pm CDT
Julia&#39;s present to us ?&quot;
 Me &quot;When I first did what? Attempted to eat my fist? I can&#39;t say that 
I&#39;ve ever done that, sweetie&quot;. Ava &quot;Mom! You&#39;re ridiculous. When did you
 first kiss someone&#39;s face off?&quot; Me &quot;Again. Can&#39;t say that I&#39;ve done 
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&amp;nbsp;Sunday,
 March 16, 2014 at 9:34am CDT
Congratulations to my nephew, Nick Funk on his confirmation today! The 
girls and I wish we could be there with you all, but we are so glad 
Jason Castle and Tyler are there with you to celebrate!! We are thinking
 of you and all the Funks on this very special day!&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Thursday, March 13, 2014 at 8:42pm CDT
Wisdom gained from a first grade diorama project: When play dough lets you down, place all your trust in Legos. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Wednesday, March 12, 2014 at 8:44pm CDT
To watch Jaws, or to not watch Jaws. That is a question. That I face right now. In this moment. &lt;br /&gt;
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Monday,
 March 10, 2014 at 5:05pm CDT
Ahhhh---the sounds of basketballs bouncing, kids giggling and yelling, 
bikes and scooters screeching to a halt and slamming to the ground as 
more kids stop by and join in the fun--the NC (Neighbor Club) is back in
 full swing!&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Friday, March 7, 2014 at 3:55pm CST
Ava &quot;I&#39;ve got a LOT of Mama-Lovin&#39; to do this weekend!&quot; I think that sounds like a GREAT weekend plan :-)&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Friday,
 March 7, 2014 at 12:52pm CST
I would have been much happier on this Friday if the person whom I 
ordered my broccoli and cheddar soup from for lunch either (a) hadn&#39;t 
recognized me as Catholic and/or (b) not felt compelled to inform me 
that the soup I had been looking forward to all morning was made from a 
meat-based broth. So here I sit with a bagel and a pickle. Thanks for 
that.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thursday,
 March 6, 2014 at 6:07pm CST
&quot;Turn around when possible&quot;. Perhaps the most frequently heard phrase in
 my life and one of the (many) joys of being directionally challenged.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Tuesday, March 4, 2014 at 8:05pm CST
Ava &quot;Hey Mom, You wanna see my Whoopsie Maker?&quot; That might be the fastest &quot;No&quot; response I have ever produced.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Monday,
 March 3, 2014 at 4:05pm CST
I had a dream last night that I was at the Oscars with Harrison Ford, 
and he told me that he never made a good movie in all his life. He 
looked at me with very sad eyes and just as I thought he was going to 
drop some profound reflective wisdom on me, he said, &quot;You know, Kathy? 
Making movies ain&#39;t like dustin&#39; crops&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Sunday,
 March 2, 2014 at 9:44pm CST
As we begin the week trying to climb out of the polar vortex---take 
heart. Bob and Fang are eating their crickets again--Spring is coming...
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&amp;nbsp;Saturday,
 March 1, 2014 at 10:12pm CST
In the middle of Ty&#39;s last basketball game of the season this afternoon,
 Ty jumped into the stands from the court, runs to the top of the 
bleachers (where I was sitting) to whisper to me that he loved me. He 
then proceeded to jump back onto the court and foul (hammer) the kid he 
was defending. Love that kid.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Saturday,
 March 1, 2014 at 4:28pm CST
What an amazing weekend working with Dr. Wayne Beach on his NIH grant 
funded research investigating family communication in cancer. Such an 
amazing opportunity to learn from a wonderful scholar, researcher, and 
person! &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Thursday,
 February 27, 2014 at 7:43am CST
I&#39;ve decided to wear a scarf today--something I don&#39;t often do. Ava 
looked at me and said &quot;Hi Mom. You look terrible in that.&quot; So, there&#39;s 
that.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Tuesday,
 February 25, 2014 at 1:10pm CST
Hi Everyone! My 12 year old niece, Megan, was recently diagnosed with 
leukemia (ALL). Her dad (my brother, Tom Ford) has said that Megan is 
drawing a lot of strength from reading messages of support and has 
requested that we share her page, Megan&#39;s Mountain. If you can, please 
take a minute to click on Megan&#39;s Mountain and like this page to show 
some support for my beautiful niece and her family. We are all walking 
alongside her as she climbs this mountain, and will fight this battle 
with her every step of the way. Your messages of support would mean so 
much to her!&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Tuesday, February 25, 2014 at 7:45am CST
Tyler&#39;s been up and ready for school since 6:30am--and has been singing karaoke ever since. Loudly.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Monday,
 February 24, 2014 at 12:04pm CST
There are days it is seriously difficult to remember that my job as a 
parent is to prepare my kids for difficulty, not necessarily protect 
them from it. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Sunday,
 February 23, 2014 at 3:53pm CST
At home this evening, finally relaxing after an incredibly long week. 
Reflecting a bit on the events of the week--I&#39;m thankful for so many 
things, but mostly for faith, family, and friends. We all have mountains
 to climb, and when we find ourselves tossed at the foot of one-- its 
these three that make that climb possible. As we get ready to climb 
Megan&#39;s Mountain, these three things will be the key.&lt;br /&gt;
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Saturday, February 22, 2014 at 9:40pm CST
My son just screamed at his sister, then apologized to Bob for scaring him. Bob the frog.&lt;br /&gt;
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Saturday, February 22, 2014 at 9:15pm CST
Kathy Ford Castle added 3 new photos — with Lisa Franzen-Castle and Ryan Castle.
Parents of the year -- out karaoking with the kids on a Saturday night-- happy birthday uncle Ryan!!&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Friday, February 21, 2014 at 2:11pm CST
The Three Amigos and founding members of The Burrito Balls.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Thursday,
 February 20, 2014 at 12:53pm CST
Kathy Ford Castle with Tessa Hughes.
Went up to have lunch with Ty today at school and found myself in the 
middle of a &quot;water chugging contest&quot;. 4.65 seconds is the time to beat, 
in case you&#39;re interested.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Tuesday,
 February 18, 2014 at 11:03am CST
As Ava asked if she could read the article I was reading about managing 
stigma in &quot;invisible&quot; illness, Julia told me that she hopes I can help 
her with her Statistics homework when she gets her PhD. Tyler has 
decided that he might be a doctor--he&#39;s just not sure of what yet. All 
of these things make me happy :-)&lt;br /&gt;
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As
 soon as I opened my eyes this morning, Ava is 2 inches from my face and
 says &quot;Don&#39;t panic, Mom&quot;. As I try to wrap my head around what exactly 
she means, Julia comes running up screaming about how Tyler was trying 
to do CPR on her. Tyler follows laughing his head off. So--it&#39;s going to
 be that kind of day. SO happy to be bringing our brand of crazy to Des 
Moines today as we get a chance to spend some time with my brother  Tom 
Ford, Tara, Megan, and Noah! Planning a fun day celebrating Tom and 
Noah&#39;s birthday with  pizza, cake, carnivals and all sorts of good 
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Ty-
 &quot;Mom. I&#39;m planning to get drafted to the New Orleans Saints for 
football, The LA Lakers for basketball, and the Kansas City Royals for 
baseball. So, I think you should probably get some new luggage&quot;.&lt;/div&gt;
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Hi
 Everyone, This is Julia, and I have a quick question. I have a homework
 assignment that involves me getting 20 or more people&#39;s answer to a 
specific question. My Mom and I created a survey together and I am now 
posting a link to that survey (it&#39;s just one question) in the hopes that
 twenty or more people will answer the question. If you have time, could
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Ty &quot;I&#39;ve always wanted to jump on a hospital bed and scream my head off&quot;

Julia &quot;I&#39;ve always wanted to try coconut milk from a real coconut&quot;

Ava &quot;I just want to go to bed&quot;. I&#39;m totally on board with that one--sweet dreams, munchkins...&lt;/div&gt;
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Ava &quot;Mom? How old were you when you first, you know,  &amp;lt;exaggerated kissing sounds against fist&amp;gt;?&quot; 

Me &quot;When I first did what? Attempted to eat my fist? I can&#39;t say that I&#39;ve ever done that, sweetie&quot;.

Ava &quot;Mom! You&#39;re ridiculous. When did you first kiss someone&#39;s face off?&quot;

Me &quot;Again. Can&#39;t say that I&#39;ve done that. Yet.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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Ava &quot;I&#39;ve got a LOT of Mama-Lovin&#39; to do this weekend!&quot; I think that sounds like a GREAT weekend plan :-)&lt;/div&gt;
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In
 the middle of Ty&#39;s last basketball game of the season this afternoon, 
Ty jumped into the stands from the court, runs to the top of the 
bleachers (where I was sitting) to whisper to me that he loved me. He 
then proceeded to jump back onto the court and foul (hammer) the kid he 
was defending. Love that kid.&lt;/div&gt;
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Thursday, February 27, 2014 at 7:43am CST&lt;/div&gt;
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I&#39;ve
 decided to wear a scarf today--something I don&#39;t often do. Ava looked 
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Tuesday, February 25, 2014 at 7:45am CST&lt;/div&gt;
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Tyler&#39;s been up and ready for school since 6:30am--and has been singing karaoke ever since. Loudly.&lt;/div&gt;
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There
 are days it is seriously difficult to remember that my job as a parent 
is to prepare my kids for difficulty, not necessarily protect them from 
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My son just screamed at his sister, then apologized to Bob for scaring him. Bob the frog.&lt;/div&gt;
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I
 took notice of the fact that the shower curtain rod in our bathroom had
 been bowing--and this was worsening day by day. The other day, I heard a
 crash and Tyler yell &quot;I&#39;m okay!&quot; As I run upstairs and survey the 
scene, I realize that our shower curtain rod has been doubling as a pull
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Ava
 walked up and asked me where she could get a bobby pin. I produced said
 bobby pin for her and that asked what she planned to do with it. &quot;It&#39;s 
for my spy kit Mom. The less you know, the better&quot;.&lt;/div&gt;
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Tyler
 is attempting to negotiate a &quot;discount&quot; on his punishment. I&#39;m still 
trying to figure out exactly how he&#39;s envisioning the justification for 
and actual implementation of this discount--but it makes perfect sense 
to him, and he&#39;s awfully passionate about it.&lt;/div&gt;
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7
 years ago, on a night very much like tonight, I would sit by a fire and
 read to Julia (then 4), Tyler (then 2), and Ava (newborn). I remember 
thinking how hard it was to keep their attention for very long, and, as I
 simultaneously read and juggled kids, I remember longing for the time 
when we could all sit by the fire and read our own books together. Now 
here we are, right at that moment I once longed for--and it&#39;s pretty 
awesome. But then again, so was that moment 7 years ago. :-)&lt;/div&gt;
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On this evening&#39;s agenda:
1) Flushing 3 ice cubes down the toilet
2) Locating and placing spoons in beds
3) Find pajamas to wear inside out
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 I was deep in concentration reading an article over coffee this 
morning, I suddenly hear the Imperial March and see Tyler making his 
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You
 know things have gone horribly awry when, after a quick attempt to play
 basketball, all the kids storm into the house in opposite 
directions-each one wearing a look of death- one child to his room to 
slam mini-basketballs against the wall, another child to the piano to 
pound the keys as hard as she can, and the third child pacing back and 
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Tyler
 looks at me this morning and asks &quot;What. Are you going to a hoe down or
 something?&quot; Either something in my wardrobe choice this morning has 
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Today,
 after school, Tyler looks at Ava, sighs and says &quot;Ava. I&#39;ve had some 
time to think about it, and, I owe you an apology&quot;. Ava, confused, asks 
him why. He responds &quot;For not accepting your apology yesterday&quot;. Funny 
how things weigh on their minds...&lt;/div&gt;
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Ava presented me with this trophy last night for &quot;the yummiest dinner ever&quot;.&lt;/div&gt;
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Today,
 during Mass, Ava leans over and says &quot;Mom--give me the sugar&quot;. I put my
 arm around her and give her a little squeeze and she responds &quot;Aww, 
yeah. That&#39;s the stuff&quot;.&lt;/div&gt;
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Things
 that warm my heart &amp;lt;3: 
1) Julia, upon hearing Ava &quot;play dumb&quot; with a friend--&quot;Ava. Don&#39;t do 
that. You&#39;re way too smart for that&quot;. 
2) Ava, asked to make a list of goals for 2014, lists &quot;spend more time 
with Mom&quot; at the top (not exactly sure how that&#39;s humanly 
possible...unless we homeschool)
3) Tyler appointing himself ultimate protector and defender of our 
family 
4) Ava telling me she doesn&#39;t want me to get my PhD because she doesn&#39;t 
want me to be &quot;famous&quot; because she doesn&#39;t want to share me&lt;/div&gt;
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So,
 in Des Moines at Mass, you receive the body and blood of Christ at 
communion, whereas in Lincoln, you receive the body of Christ only. 
Tyler, having never gotten Communion in Des Moines since receiving First
 Communion, took the blood of Christ this weekend. When I asked him how 
it was, he thought for a moment and responded &quot;Refreshing. It was 
refreshing, Mom&quot;. Indeed.&lt;/div&gt;
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Julia,
 reflecting on a disagreement she had with Ava, says &quot;You know, the 
thing that&#39;s so problematic is that I just don&#39;t know what I could have 
done differently&quot;. Sometimes it&#39;s like looking in a mirror with that 
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Ava&#39;s Chick Names: Mr. Puffington, Mr. Cluckington,&amp;nbsp; Cheeseball, Snickers, Junky Funky, LBJ 111, Pipsqueak, Sunshine, Spongebob. Ava wanted Sir Puffington.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tuesday, December 22, 2015 at 9:18am CST&lt;/div&gt;
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Watching
 The Year Without A Santa Claus and Ava observes that Snow Miser 
controls all of the North. Since the United States is in the northern 
hemisphere, Heat Miser has no control at all of the North Pole and 
concludes that the argument between these two brothers makes no sense.  
             Third Grade Global Awareness = The Downfall of the Miser 
Brothers.&lt;/div&gt;
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Thursday, November 26, 2015 at 10:49pm CST&lt;/div&gt;
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Today,
 like every day, I am thankful for the love that fills our hearts and 
surrounds us each and every day. We spent a quiet day at home and missed
 seeing our extended family in Falls City, Vinton, Omaha, and Des 
Moines--though look forward to seeing everyone later in this holiday 
season. This past year we have seen the love, strength, and beauty of 
family. We have seen the value of and benefits from hard work, 
dedication, and sacrifice. We have seen the importance of nurturing your
 faith. We have seen the power of friendship. We have seen the strength 
that comes from living according to your values. We have seen the peace 
that comes from honoring your history. It&#39;s been a beautiful year, one 
for which we are incredibly thankful.Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!&lt;/div&gt;
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Tuesday, November 24, 2015 at 10:03pm CST&lt;/div&gt;
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The
 girls and I were going through my books and Ava pulled out my Bible 
from high school. In it, she found two letters from my TEC retreat--Tim 
Ford and Tom Ford--If I didn&#39;t thank you for those beautiful sentiments 
all those years ago--thank you. You&#39;re both amazing brothers.&lt;/div&gt;
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Friday, November 20, 2015 at 9:45pm CST&lt;/div&gt;
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My
 9 year old daughter just asked me how we know that Jesus&#39; skin was 
white. I told her it likely wasn&#39;t. She asked why all of our pictures 
show him as white. That, my young daughter, is an excellent observation 
and an even better question. It&#39;ll be fascinating to watch her wrestle 
with her many, many questions as she grows...&lt;/div&gt;
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Thursday, November 19, 2015 at 7:42am CST&lt;/div&gt;
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In
 the last two weeks, we&#39;ve had two birds fly full speed directly into 
our windows. Neither of them, of course, lived to tell their tale to 
their fellow feathered friends. I am beginning to suspect that our local
 aves population has deteriorating eyesight and would likely benefit 
from some sort of species-wide intervention. That, or they are just 
angry. Angry Birds.&lt;/div&gt;
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Tuesday, November 17, 2015 at 7:35am CST&lt;/div&gt;
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Ava,
 after enduring my morning verbal &quot;are you ready for school&quot; checklist, 
rolls her eyes in complete exasperation and says &quot;UGH! I HATE having 
such an ORGANIZED Mom!&quot; Life&#39;s rough, kiddo. Go brush your teeth.&lt;/div&gt;
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Monday, November 16, 2015 at 4:10pm CST&lt;/div&gt;
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My
 kids have the homework blues tonight...going to put on a fire, a little
 early Christmas music, make a roast, and bake cookies to help them 
cope.&lt;/div&gt;
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Friday, November 13, 2015 at 12:10pm CST&lt;/div&gt;
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As
 a parent, I strive not to protect my children from struggle, but to 
create a safe space in which my kids can falter, learn, and grow with 
parental guidance. Too often we define ourselves and other parents based
 on parental decisions revolving around access and/or exposure to 
things. Though important to manage what kinds of things our children are
 exposed to, more important is the parent-child conversation surrounding
 this access and exposure, particularly when you consider that some of 
the most important work we do as parents is guiding our children through
 difficulty and teaching our children how to manage their own lives 
independent of us. Our time with our children is alarmingly brief, and, 
though we are always a model and with any luck, a resource for them, our
 ability to actively guide them through problems is even shorter. 
Protecting them from struggle and contexts that may lead to struggle is 
instinctual and opening them up to struggle seems 
counter-intuitive---but, in my view, it is essential. Rant complete.&lt;/div&gt;
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Thursday, November 12, 2015 at 7:28am CST&lt;/div&gt;
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Tyler
 has officially surpassed Julia in height, spurring me into panicked 
action. Anyone have recommendations for someone local who can do family 
pictures at a reasonable price? I need one more before the kids are 
towering over me--and Ty only has 3 inches to go to catch me.&lt;/div&gt;
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Wednesday, November 11, 2015 at 7:36am CST&lt;/div&gt;
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Happy
 Veteran&#39;s Day to my father, DickJoan Ford, and all those who have 
served or are currently serving our country. Your service and sacrifice 
are appreciated all year round, but on this day, we honor you and your 
families in a special way for all that you have given in the name of our
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Monday, November 9, 2015 at 3:35pm CST&lt;/div&gt;
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So,
 at tomorrow&#39;s daily Mass, Julia reads, Tyler serves, and Ava is in the 
choir. I told the kids that maybe I should give the homily. They all 
heartily disagreed.&lt;/div&gt;
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Wednesday, November 4, 2015 at 8:07am CST&lt;/div&gt;
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As
 I was commenting on the absolute beauty of the leaves turning colors 
this fall and noticing just how gorgeous this particular fall has been, 
Tyler chimes in and says &quot;you know Mom, you&#39;re talking about death. 
They&#39;re dying. And you&#39;re enjoying it&quot;. So that&#39;s my feel good thought 
for the day courtesy of my astute, smarty-pants young son.&lt;/div&gt;
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Sunday, November 1, 2015 at 11:55pm CST&lt;/div&gt;
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It shows my messy house and the fact that my 11 year old son is up WAY too late--but a very special moment! Go KC! #foreverroyal&lt;/div&gt;
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Saturday, October 31, 2015 at 10:45am CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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I
 realized this morning that though my children know Michael Jackson&#39;s 
Thriller, they have never seen the full length video. When I called them
 over to show it to them, Tyler immediately groaned and said &quot;Is this 
another lecture with a life lesson or is it something cool, Mom?&quot; I 
promised him something cool--and Michael did not disappoint. Happy 
Halloween!&lt;/div&gt;
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Wednesday, October 21, 2015 at 7:35am CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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Happy
 80th Birthday to an amazing man--my father! Your strength, love, and 
commitment to your family have been and continue to be an incredible 
gift. We love you!&lt;/div&gt;
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Tuesday, October 20, 2015 at 5:14pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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Happy
 59th Wedding Anniversary to my Mom and Dad! Your love for one another 
and all our family is a true inspiration. We love you!&lt;/div&gt;
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Saturday, October 17, 2015 at 11:48am CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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Enjoyed a glorious fall morning horseback riding through Indian Cave State Park! Jason Castle&lt;/div&gt;
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Monday, October 12, 2015 at 9:57pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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This
 weekend has been jam packed with incredible inspiration from so many 
different people and experiences. The power of being present with others
 and to embracing the transformation that occurs in that presence; the 
importance of listening to and being guided by our children rather than 
simply directing them; that it is in serving others that we find true 
joy; how much more rich life is when we seek to understand, learn from, 
and celebrate others. And, when someone offers you earplugs at a rock 
concert, ALWAYS accept them.&lt;/div&gt;
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Sunday, October 11, 2015 at 11:11pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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Rockin&#39; with Night Ranger, Foreigner. And Def Leppard&lt;/div&gt;
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Sunday, October 11, 2015 at 2:06pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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Jason and I missed our chance to see Tony Bennett for our anniversary so we&#39;re taking the family to see Def Leppard instead!!&lt;/div&gt;
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Thursday, October 8, 2015 at 8:57pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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Ava
 looked at me today and said &quot;Mom. Something&#39;s bothering me. I don&#39;t 
like that girls are talked to differently than boys. It&#39;s like boys are 
normal, like what we should be, and girls aren&#39;t as good. I don&#39;t like 
it&quot;. I asked her to give me some examples, and she did--really good 
examples. So, I told her that one reason I do what I do is to help 
people be more aware about how they talk and what that means for being a
 boy and being a girl. I asked her what she thought she might be able to
 do about it. &quot;I don&#39;t know, Mom. I plan to make surfboards when I grow 
up.&quot; Good talk, kiddo.&lt;/div&gt;
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Saturday, October 3, 2015 at 1:30pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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Ava
 &quot;Mom, I know you&#39;re not a big time inventor or anything, but you need 
to help me invent a teleporter. Unless it&#39;s already been invented--then 
you need to help me invent an unteleporter&quot;. A girl with a plan.&lt;/div&gt;
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Friday, October 2, 2015 at 6:00pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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Friday night at the Capital Humane Society with my favorite 13 year old and some beautiful kitties who need loving homes!&lt;/div&gt;
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Sunday, September 27, 2015 at 9:42pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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Spent
 a beautiful weekend with my family--not celebrating or having fun, but 
getting the rare and treasured opportunity to help my parents--the 
people that have spent their lives helping me. My beautiful mother is 
getting stronger each day. Even through this extremely difficult week, 
we were able to laugh together, reminisce a bit, and talk things over. 
And, let me tell you, there&#39;s nothing like being awakened at 2:30am from
 semi-sleep in a hospital room &quot;recliner&quot; with a shrill &quot;KATHY! Where do
 you think the Pope is now?!?&quot; I am so hopeful that she continues to 
recover and that she and my dad can settle back into life back at home 
starting tomorrow. Please continue to pray for them both. They are truly
 the most amazing couple I know.&lt;/div&gt;
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Saturday, September 19, 2015 at 5:06pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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In
 the middle of one of my &quot;you better check yourself before you wreck 
yourself&quot; looks to Tyler, he looks at me and says &quot;Mom. Give it up. I 
know you&#39;re laughing under there&quot;. Foiled again.&lt;/div&gt;
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Monday, September 14, 2015 at 10:15pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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Ava &quot;Mom, this is my office. I love it. I&#39;m a doctor too, you know&quot;.
Me &quot;Oh? What are you a doctor of, Ms. Ava?&quot;
Ava &quot;I&#39;m a doctor of something. And it&#39;s pretty important. Just like you. And I have a meeting now. So, love you. Bye.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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Tuesday, September 1, 2015 at 1:24pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;lt;3
 &amp;lt;3 Happy 80th Birthday to the most amazing and inspirational woman I
 know. Thank you for teaching me to live each day with love, laughter, 
curiosity, and faith. I love you more than words can say, Mom. You are 
such an amazing blessing to me, my family and all those who know you. 
&amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3 DickJoan Ford&lt;/div&gt;
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Sunday, August 30, 2015 at 2:27pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
Kathy Ford Castle added 9 new photos.&lt;br /&gt;
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As
 much as I worry about Ty playing football, the kid is in his element 
out there. Even as the youngest kid out there, he&#39;s holding his own. 
Let&#39;s have a great, safe season Assurity C team! Play tough # 74!&lt;/div&gt;
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Saturday, August 29, 2015 at 6:21pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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Beautiful day at the Henry Dorley Zoo and Wildlife Safari for Julia&#39;s birthday celebration! Anne Ford Wegner&lt;/div&gt;
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Wednesday, August 26, 2015 at 7:09pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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While
 the kids and I were making our way from the van to the front door after
 school today and after hearing all about their days, I was talking 
about the chores I needed them to take responsibility for the rest of 
the week. Suddenly, I get hit in the head with the casings of some kind 
of seed or nut and I look up to see a squirrel angrily chattering at me 
and then watched as it scurried off, apparently satisfied that its point
 was well made. Guess what, rodent? The kids are still doing laundry 
this week.&lt;/div&gt;
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Wednesday, August 26, 2015 at 7:31am CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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Happy
 13th Birthday to this beautiful young lady! You&#39;ve brought so much love
 and joy into our family! We couldn&#39;t be more proud of you and the 
beautiful person you are! We love you.&lt;/div&gt;
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Friday, August 21, 2015 at 9:08pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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Julia
 &quot;Mom? So, Mick Affy scanned my computer and there were no issues found,
 so, can I just x out of it?&quot;. Wait, what? Who&#39;s Mick Affy and what is 
he scanning? Julia &quot;You know. Mick Affy. Don&#39;t worry, Mom. He never 
finds anything&quot;, Thank you McAfee. Glad to know you&#39;re hard at work.&lt;/div&gt;
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Wednesday, August 19, 2015 at 9:27am CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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Well,
 it finally happened. I have been precluded from posting Back to School 
pictures of the kids. Not only that, all three of them wanted to be 
dropped off, no waiting for them to make sure they got to their 
respective areas okay, no walking up and making sure they are all 
good...just open the van door and jump out with a &quot;bye Mom!&quot; Nothing but
 the first sounds of silence for three months to ease the pain. I guess I
 can live with that :-)&lt;/div&gt;
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Sunday, August 16, 2015 at 6:24pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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What
 a beautiful weekend! It was so incredibly meaningful to receive my 
doctoral degree with my husband, children, parents,  sisters, and 
friends by my side and a host of other family, friends, and colleagues 
with us in spirit.  I was reluctant to do much to celebrate, so thanks 
to Jason Castle, my amazing husband,  for insisting that we slow down 
and celebrate the occasion. Though each and every moment in life is 
special, some moments are simply more memorable. Thanks to all who made 
this moment just that. &amp;lt;3 Anne Ford Wegner&lt;br /&gt;
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Tuesday, December 22, 2015 at 9:18am CST&lt;/div&gt;
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Watching
 The Year Without A Santa Claus and Ava observes that Snow Miser 
controls all of the North. Since the United States is in the northern 
hemisphere, Heat Miser has no control at all of the North Pole and 
concludes that the argument between these two brothers makes no sense.  
             Third Grade Global Awareness = The Downfall of the Miser 
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Tuesday, November 24, 2015 at 10:03pm CST&lt;/div&gt;
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The
 girls and I were going through my books and Ava pulled out my Bible 
from high school. In it, she found two letters from my TEC retreat--Tim 
Ford and Tom Ford--If I didn&#39;t thank you for those beautiful sentiments 
all those years ago--thank you. You&#39;re both amazing brothers.&lt;/div&gt;
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Monday, November 16, 2015 at 4:10pm CST&lt;/div&gt;
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My
 kids have the homework blues tonight...going to put on a fire, a little
 early Christmas music, make a roast, and bake cookies to help them 
cope.&lt;/div&gt;
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Friday, November 13, 2015 at 12:10pm CST&lt;/div&gt;
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As
 a parent, I strive not to protect my children from struggle, but to 
create a safe space in which my kids can falter, learn, and grow with 
parental guidance. Too often we define ourselves and other parents based
 on parental decisions revolving around access and/or exposure to 
things. Though important to manage what kinds of things our children are
 exposed to, more important is the parent-child conversation surrounding
 this access and exposure, particularly when you consider that some of 
the most important work we do as parents is guiding our children through
 difficulty and teaching our children how to manage their own lives 
independent of us. Our time with our children is alarmingly brief, and, 
though we are always a model and with any luck, a resource for them, our
 ability to actively guide them through problems is even shorter. 
Protecting them from struggle and contexts that may lead to struggle is 
instinctual and opening them up to struggle seems 
counter-intuitive---but, in my view, it is essential. Rant complete.&lt;/div&gt;
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Thursday, November 12, 2015 at 7:28am CST&lt;/div&gt;
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Tyler
 has officially surpassed Julia in height, spurring me into panicked 
action. Anyone have recommendations for someone local who can do family 
pictures at a reasonable price? I need one more before the kids are 
towering over me--and Ty only has 3 inches to go to catch me.&lt;/div&gt;
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Monday, November 9, 2015 at 3:35pm CST&lt;/div&gt;
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So,
 at tomorrow&#39;s daily Mass, Julia reads, Tyler serves, and Ava is in the 
choir. I told the kids that maybe I should give the homily. They all 
heartily disagreed.&lt;/div&gt;
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Wednesday, November 4, 2015 at 8:07am CST&lt;/div&gt;
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As
 I was commenting on the absolute beauty of the leaves turning colors 
this fall and noticing just how gorgeous this particular fall has been, 
Tyler chimes in and says &quot;you know Mom, you&#39;re talking about death. 
They&#39;re dying. And you&#39;re enjoying it&quot;. So that&#39;s my feel good thought 
for the day courtesy of my astute, smarty-pants young son.&lt;/div&gt;
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Friday, November 20, 2015 at 9:45pm CST&lt;/div&gt;
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My
 9 year old daughter just asked me how we know that Jesus&#39; skin was 
white. I told her it likely wasn&#39;t. She asked why all of our pictures 
show him as white. That, my young daughter, is an excellent observation 
and an even better question. It&#39;ll be fascinating to watch her wrestle 
with her many, many questions as she grows...&lt;/div&gt;
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Tuesday, November 17, 2015 at 7:35am CST&lt;/div&gt;
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Ava,
 after enduring my morning verbal &quot;are you ready for school&quot; checklist, 
rolls her eyes in complete exasperation and says &quot;UGH! I HATE having 
such an ORGANIZED Mom!&quot; Life&#39;s rough, kiddo. Go brush your teeth.&lt;/div&gt;
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Ava
 looked at me today and said &quot;Mom. Something&#39;s bothering me. I don&#39;t 
like that girls are talked to differently than boys. It&#39;s like boys are 
normal, like what we should be, and girls aren&#39;t as good. I don&#39;t like 
it&quot;. I asked her to give me some examples, and she did--really good 
examples. So, I told her that one reason I do what I do is to help 
people be more aware about how they talk and what that means for being a
 boy and being a girl. I asked her what she thought she might be able to
 do about it. &quot;I don&#39;t know, Mom. I plan to make surfboards when I grow 
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Ava
 &quot;Mom, I know you&#39;re not a big time inventor or anything, but you need 
to help me invent a teleporter. Unless it&#39;s already been invented--then 
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Ava &quot;Mom, this is my office. I love it. I&#39;m a doctor too, you know&quot;.
Me &quot;Oh? What are you a doctor of, Ms. Ava?&quot;
Ava &quot;I&#39;m a doctor of something. And it&#39;s pretty important. Just like you. And I have a meeting now. So, love you. Bye.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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Spent
 a beautiful weekend with my family--not celebrating or having fun, but 
getting the rare and treasured opportunity to help my parents--the 
people that have spent their lives helping me. My beautiful mother is 
getting stronger each day. Even through this extremely difficult week, 
we were able to laugh together, reminisce a bit, and talk things over. 
And, let me tell you, there&#39;s nothing like being awakened at 2:30am from
 semi-sleep in a hospital room &quot;recliner&quot; with a shrill &quot;KATHY! Where do
 you think the Pope is now?!?&quot; I am so hopeful that she continues to 
recover and that she and my dad can settle back into life back at home 
starting tomorrow. Please continue to pray for them both. They are truly
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Julia
 &quot;Mom? So, Mick Affy scanned my computer and there were no issues found,
 so, can I just x out of it?&quot;. Wait, what? Who&#39;s Mick Affy and what is 
he scanning? Julia &quot;You know. Mick Affy. Don&#39;t worry, Mom. He never 
finds anything&quot;, Thank you McAfee. Glad to know you&#39;re hard at work.&lt;/div&gt;
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Well,
 it finally happened. I have been precluded from posting Back to School 
pictures of the kids. Not only that, all three of them wanted to be 
dropped off, no waiting for them to make sure they got to their 
respective areas okay, no walking up and making sure they are all 
good...just open the van door and jump out with a &quot;bye Mom!&quot; Nothing but
 the first sounds of silence for three months to ease the pain. I guess I
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What
 a beautiful weekend! It was so incredibly meaningful to receive my 
doctoral degree with my husband, children, parents,  sisters, and 
friends by my side and a host of other family, friends, and colleagues 
with us in spirit.  I was reluctant to do much to celebrate, so thanks 
to Jason Castle, my amazing husband,  for insisting that we slow down 
and celebrate the occasion. Though each and every moment in life is 
special, some moments are simply more memorable. Thanks to all who made 
this moment just that. &amp;lt;3 Anne Ford Wegner&lt;/div&gt;
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Julia,
 after seeing that I was disappointed with the new recipe I tried this 
evening, &quot;Don&#39;t worry, Mom. It&#39;s not the worst thing I&#39;ve ever put in my
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Julia
 and I are officially volunteers at the Capital Humane Society! There&#39;s 
just something so special about seeing your child develop the things 
she&#39;s passionate about. Looking forward to some great time together 
helping animals in need of care.&lt;/div&gt;
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Ava&#39;s
 Golden Birthday Extravaganza! A trip to Build A Bear followed by loads 
of fun at The Amazing Pizza Machine and a shopping trip to NE Crossing. 
Ending the day with Stromboli and lemon merengue pie. I think we&#39;ll all 
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Kathy Ford Castle shared Mike Castle&#39;s post — with Jason Castle.
Congratulations to my father and mother-in-law on retirement (Mike Castle)! After many years of serving the Falls City community as a State Farm agent, Mike is retiring at the end of this month. You and Jean have both truly been &quot;Good Neighbors&quot;! A girl couldn&#39;t ask for better in-laws and I wish you both well in the coming years! We look forward to enjoying more time with you as you ease into retirement mode!&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;ve volunteered to adapt a small portion of my college level conflict communication curriculum for our 8th grade students at St. Peter&#39;s. I had lunch with some of them in between my classes today. It is so affirming to hear them talk about how much they are learning and how important the content is for them right now in their lives. Warms my heart. Plus, I got to drink chocolate milk out of a bag.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sunday, November 27, 2016 at 8:48pm CST
As I sit by a warm fire with my family in our cozy little home listening to a brutal wind howl outside, I can&#39;t help but remember the homeless man that made his bed night after night in a corner of the entryway of our hotel in Philadelphia. He had cardboard boxes that he neatly tucked away during the day. One morning I walked outside just in time to see him climb out from under his makeshift shelter and watched as he carefully put his meager belongings away. I&#39;ve thought about him often over the past couple of weeks. Not sure why he resonated with me so powerfully, but I can&#39;t shake the thought of him shivering in the cold each night. I hope and pray he finds relief and comfort, and I hope my family can find a way to make a meaningful difference for those who find themselves in this situation.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thursday, November 24, 2016 at 4:52pm CST
Post-Turkey/Pre-Pie Castle Family Reflections of Gratitude by the Fireplace: Faith. Health. Love. Family. Friends. Joy. Laughter. Comfort. Education. Perspective. Community. Impact. Home. Bananas. Football. Potatoes. Socks. Some of us weren&#39;t in as &quot;deep&quot; of a place as others...Wishing you all warmth and love this year and always.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sunday, November 20, 2016 at 11:06am CST As
 I&#39;ve said so many times, I have no words for what I am feeling right 
now. I&#39;ve had an even more difficult time explaining it to my children, 
particularly as they ask questions about some of the things they heard 
over the course of the campaign and in the aftermath of this election. 
Here is my best attempt to both make sense of and explain this important
 historical moment to my children. Important to remember, I am no artist
 nor great social activist--though in those few times in life when I 
find myself without words, I wish I were both of those things. In any 
case, I am relying on other artists and great minds to help--thank you 
Pink Floyd and Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.&lt;/div&gt;
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Thursday, November 17, 2016 at 7:38am CST For
 those that say the spike in hate crimes and incidences of racially 
motivated harassment are being exaggerated. They&#39;re not. They are 
occurring on our campus and campuses across this country as experienced,
 witnessed, and reported by myself and my colleagues. They are occurring
 across this nation--people do not feel safe and in many instances are 
not safe. This is where we are now--We all have a role to play in 
rejecting this and taking a clear stand against it. Please don&#39;t defend 
it, ignore it, or deflect it. Deal with it. Stand against it. Be a part 
of the solution of this incredibly real problem. This breaks my heart in
 ways I don&#39;t even have the words to describe.&lt;/div&gt;
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Wednesday, November 16, 2016 at 7:28am CST Last
 night I was still recovering from our recent trip. Exhausted, I crawled
 into bed at 8pm. Tyler came into my room hoping to study. I looked at 
him and said &quot;Hey Bud, I&#39;m fighting a flare right now, can we study 
tomorrow?&quot;. Immediately he puts his books down and proceeds to carefully
 tuck me into bed and kiss me on the forehead. My son is kind of the 
best. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Sunday, October 23, 2016 at 9:58pm CDT So
 much of what drives my passion for teaching is the end goal that I 
strive to achieve for each and every one of my students. I have such 
high hopes for what we can accomplish together--and it drives my 
dedication and compels me to sweat even the tiniest of details. As the 
days unfold I have moments of triumph and moments of defeat--and in 
those moments I wonder if I set my goals too high...until I realize that
 getting all of my students to commit to take even one step, let alone 
several, toward my lofty goals for them is high quality education. And 
I&#39;m motivated to put that much more toward facilitating their individual
 journeys. Blessed to be an educator.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sunday, October 23, 2016 at 5:38pm CDT Kathy Ford Castle added 6 new photos — with Jason Castle. Undefeated at the end of regular season play! Way to go Assurity Team B! Play tough in the championship next week!&lt;/div&gt;
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Saturday, October 22, 2016 at 8:14pm CDT Kathy Ford Castle added 24 new photos — with Anne Ford Wegner and 4 others. Happy 60th Wedding Anniversary to Mom and Dad! What a beautiful, memorable celebration of an enduring love! We are so blessed!&lt;/div&gt;
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Kathy Ford Castle shared a memory. Big
 week for our family! First, a Happy 60th Anniversary to my parents and 
today, a happy birthday to my Dad! Thank you for being such a great 
model for all of us, Dad. We love you!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Thursday, October 20, 2016 at 5:12pm CDT Kathy Ford Castle shared Anne Ford Wegner&#39;s post. Would
 have come up with my own tribute for these two beautiful souls, but my 
sister Anne Ford Wegner said it perfectly. HAPPY 60th ANNIVERSARY to my 
WONDERFUL parents! DickJoan Ford&lt;/div&gt;
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Tuesday, October 18, 2016 at 6:50pm CDT As
 I&#39;m trying to help Julia with a situation, she stops, exasperated and 
says &quot;Mom! I can&#39;t say that! It sounds like something a 40 year old 
would say but coming out of a 14 year old&#39;s mouth!&quot; After reeling from 
the sudden and inexplicable attack on my age, I continued to try to help
 her figure out a Halloween costume. I heard myself saying: &quot;Okay, fine.
 But, we still need to figure this thing out. Are you saying you want to
 look just like Katniss, or do you want to sort of look like Katniss but
 with your own spin on it, or do you want to look like yourself looking 
like Katniss?&quot; Having a teenager is frying my brain.&lt;/div&gt;
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Monday, October 17, 2016 at 10:03pm CDT Kathy Ford Castle added 8 new photos. Ty usually plays O-Line--but got put in at Defensive Tackle this past weekend--got his first sack! Jason Castle&lt;/div&gt;
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Saturday, October 15, 2016 at 9:10pm CDTJust
 put the finishing touches on my newly developed communicating in 
conflict curriculum for Julia&#39;s 8th grade class. Will be a bit of a 
transition moving from my college classroom to teaching 8th 
graders--hoping I can offer them some info that is valuable to them as 
they move along their life journeys.&lt;/div&gt;
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Happy
 Anniversary to the love of my life! We&#39;ve had an amazing 16 years and I
 look forward to many, many, many more years together---can&#39;t wait for 
all of the adventures that await us!&lt;/div&gt;
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Tuesday, October 11, 2016 at 8:27pm CDT Ava&#39;s
 making homemade stress balls using balloons, shaving cream, and flour. 
As I walk into a kitchen that looks even worse than what you might 
expect in light of this creative project, I overhear her sarcastically 
muttering to herself &quot;I wish I could take these things to math class. 
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Thursday, September 29, 2016 at 8:27pm CDT Julia: &quot;Today I totally freaked out. But it was inside my head so no one could tell.&quot;
Me, in an attempt to be supportive and encourage her to tell me more: &quot;Oh, yeah. I do that all the time.&quot;
Julia: &quot;Really? It seems like you freak out in public a lot&quot;.
Me: Deadpan stare
Julia: &quot;What? That was funny!&quot;
Me: &quot;I&#39;m laughing inside my head. Can you tell?&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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Tuesday, September 27, 2016 at 9:37pm CDT Ava &quot;I read in a book that friendships you have when you&#39;re a kid don&#39;t last&quot;.
Me &quot;Well, do you think you should believe everything you read?&quot;
Ava &quot;MOM! I didn&#39;t read it on the Internet! It was a BOOK!&quot; #sourcecredibilityinthedigitalage&lt;/div&gt;
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Saturday, September 24, 2016 at 10:56am CDT Julia &quot;Mom, as much as I hate to say it, I think you might have been right&quot;.

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Sunday, September 18, 2016 at 12:56pm CDT Today
 as I sat in Mass watching my 12 year old son serving on the altar and 
my 14 year old daughter singing in the choir, I couldn&#39;t help but think 
back to all those Sundays over the years when Jason had to sit with and 
manage 3 very young kids at Mass by himself while I sat off the altar, 
serving as a reader. I do miss reading, but am so glad to support my 
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Wednesday, September 14, 2016 at 8:47pm CDT Jason
 and I were going back and forth editing an email together--disagreeing 
on the best way to respond to a situation. In the midst of the furious 
typing, frustrated looks and sighs, and the passing of the device back 
and forth as we each took our turn deleting and re-phrasing the response
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 just told me, angrily, that what I was asking of him wasn&#39;t feasible. 
Totally surreal to see your words thrown back at you in a heated 
parenting moment. Of course, I saw his feasible and raised him an 
insolence. Checkmate, young son.&lt;/div&gt;
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Enjoyed
 a wonderful dinner on the deck talking with my girls about &quot;life&quot;. Out 
of nowhere, the conversation turned to the gendered nature of children&#39;s
 programming. I sat in stunned disbelief as the moment I longed for so 
many years ago when I sat captive to the likes of Max &amp;amp; Ruby, 
Caillou, and Barney unfolded before my eyes. First they tore into Dora 
and Diego, then Max and Ruby, and they were absolutely merciless with 
Caillou. Best. Night. Ever. #parentingredemption #wevecomefullcircle&lt;/div&gt;
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Happy
 Birthday to the most amazing woman I know! Your love, support, patience
 and wisdom have seen your children through life&#39;s trials and 
tribulations. Your example of faith, love of family, and valuing 
everyone--similar and different from you-- have served as a beautiful 
guide as we found our own way in this life. Your beautiful spirit and 
love of life is a gift to all those around you--your children, your 
grandchildren, friends, family. Enjoy your birthday, Mom. Love you!&lt;/div&gt;
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Called
 to make a dinner reservation and, when it came time to give him my 
name, the guy laughed. Intrigued, I asked what was so funny. He responds
 with,
 &quot;Is your name REALLY Kathy Castle?&quot;
Why, yes, good sir, it is indeed. 
&quot;It just sounds like you made it up. You know, like a cartoon alter 
ego&quot;. 
Actually, no, I don&#39;t know. Do tell.

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At
 the skating rink for Teen Night. I had planned to read in a corner but I
 forgot my books and ended up at a table in the middle of all the 
action. So far I&#39;ve witnessed two break ups and been made privy to a 
planned coup of a 6th grade classroom somewhere in Lincoln.&lt;/div&gt;
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Happiest
 of birthdays to our Julia! You are a true joy and light. These last 14 
years as your Mom have been amazing. It is a joy and a privilege to walk
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Tyler
 put his football pads on. I walked by him and, overcome by the smell of
 sweaty football pads, I suggested we give him a shot or two of Febreeze
 before he heads off to practice. Tyler stops dead in his tracks, turns 
to me and retorts &quot;I am NOT going to football practice smelling like a 
flower, Mom. We all stink. It&#39;s football.&quot; Well, I guess he told me 
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I&#39;m
 spending my evening finagling Pandora&#39;s live stream feature to line up a
 live stream of Metallica&#39;s concert in Minneapolis tonight for Tyler. 
Just one of the many times I feel I I&#39;m simultaneously embodying the 
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Saturday
 night before classes begin, sitting on the deck, grilling out, adding 
readings to the syllabus I &quot;completed&quot; a month ago. So much for early 
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First
 day 8th, 6th, and 4th grade! The kids reminded me multiple times this 
morning that this is my last year of ever having them all at one school.
 I swear, they get some sort of sick twisted pleasure out of seeing me 
tear up when they go off to school. Stinkers.&lt;/div&gt;
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Friday, August 12, 2016 at 10:15pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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Ava: &quot;Mom?&quot;
Me: &quot;Yes, honey.&quot;
Ava: &quot;Sometimes Tyler&#39;s really generous...and sometimes he&#39;s just a butthead&quot;.
Me: &quot;Huh. Yeah,I&#39;d say that sums up 12 year old brothers pretty well. Can you think of a better word for it?
Ava: &quot;Better than butthead? No, I think that covers it.&quot;

I love our little talks.&lt;/div&gt;
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Thursday, August 11, 2016 at 6:48pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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At
 the pool this afternoon, playing around with the kids. We&#39;re all 
laughing and having fun when, out of nowhere, Tyler looks at me and says
 &quot;Mom, don&#39;t worry. When you&#39;re 80, I&#39;ll throw you across the pool 
without any problem&quot;. Well, son, I wasn&#39;t worried, but now perhaps I am a
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Tuesday, August 9, 2016 at 9:21am CDT&lt;/div&gt;
Kathy Ford Castle added 3 new photos.&lt;br /&gt;
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Happy
 Birthday to this one of a kind young lady! Her amazing sense of humor, 
kind and loving heart, and love for all things unique and different from
 herself bring joy to our lives every single day! We love you, Aves!&lt;/div&gt;
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Monday, August 8, 2016 at 6:48pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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Each
 year Jason and I attempt to perfect our back to school shopping 
experience. Each year we start out so hopeful, almost naive, with our 
spreadsheets and our tag-team plan of attack. Each year we give the kids
 explicit instructions for their part in the master plan. Each year we 
walk into the back to school aisle confident and ready to tame the 
beast. And...each year we under-estimate the palpable tension and 
aggravation emanating from each and every other back-to-school shopper. 
It&#39;s nearly visible, this dark cloud of anger, impatience, and 
resentment. You can almost feel it overwhelm you. It somehow overtakes 
you and scrambles all your well-laid plans. And so it is that this year,
 like every other year, we returned home, broken and beaten, with nearly
 50 more pens and markers than we needed and at least one random 
protractor. Stupid back-to-school.&lt;br /&gt;
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Wednesday, July 27, 2016 at 9:35am CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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That&#39;s
 it. I&#39;m completely done with voice to text. Tried to send a text to a 
friend that said &quot;I appreciated what the girls did&quot;. Instead it came up 
with &quot;I want the girls dead&quot;. Seems like there&#39;s some room there for 
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Tuesday, July 19, 2016 at 11:42pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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Tonight,
 when I picked Ty up from baseball practice, I watched as he took 
several long drinks from a hose at the baseball field. When he got in 
the car and I commented on his decision to drink hose water he responds 
with &quot;Mom. Just let me be an athlete.&quot; Here I thought being an athlete 
was about blood, sweat, and tears. Struggle. Sacrifice. Commitment. 
Humility. Passion. Team. 

Nope. It&#39;s about garden hoses.&lt;/div&gt;
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Tonight
 we have our first free weeknight since the start of the summer. No 
baseball, no softball, no golf, no swimming, no volunteer obligations, 
no need to run anyone anywhere. Just home. Together. &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;3 listened=&quot;&quot; listening=&quot;&quot; literature=&quot;&quot; little=&quot;&quot; live=&quot;&quot; lives.=&quot;&quot; lives=&quot;&quot; ll=&quot;&quot; location=&quot;&quot; lofty=&quot;&quot; lone=&quot;&quot; long=&quot;&quot; longed=&quot;&quot; longer=&quot;&quot; look=&quot;&quot; looked=&quot;&quot; looking=&quot;&quot; looks=&quot;&quot; lot=&quot;&quot; loud=&quot;&quot; love=&quot;&quot; loves=&quot;&quot; loving=&quot;&quot; lt=&quot;&quot; lucas=&quot;&quot; luck...most=&quot;&quot; lucky=&quot;&quot; lunch.=&quot;&quot; lunch=&quot;&quot; luther=&quot;&quot; m=&quot;&quot; made=&quot;&quot; maisano=&quot;&quot; majestic=&quot;&quot; make=&quot;&quot; making=&quot;&quot; mama=&quot;&quot; man--i=&quot;&quot; man=&quot;&quot; manage=&quot;&quot; many=&quot;&quot; marked=&quot;&quot; markers=&quot;&quot; maroon=&quot;&quot; marriott=&quot;&quot; martha=&quot;&quot; martin=&quot;&quot; mary=&quot;&quot; mass.=&quot;&quot; mass=&quot;&quot; master=&quot;&quot; math=&quot;&quot; matson=&quot;&quot; matter=&quot;&quot; max=&quot;&quot; maybe=&quot;&quot; mcbride=&quot;&quot; mccabe=&quot;&quot; me:=&quot;&quot; me=&quot;&quot; meal=&quot;&quot; mean=&quot;&quot; meaning.=&quot;&quot; means=&quot;&quot; media=&quot;&quot; memorable=&quot;&quot; memories=&quot;&quot; memory.=&quot;&quot; mendment=&quot;&quot; merciless=&quot;&quot; message=&quot;&quot; metallica=&quot;&quot; michelle=&quot;&quot; middle=&quot;&quot; midnight=&quot;&quot; midst=&quot;&quot; might=&quot;&quot; mike=&quot;&quot; mind=&quot;&quot; minds=&quot;&quot; mine...=&quot;&quot; mine=&quot;&quot; minecraft=&quot;&quot; mini=&quot;&quot; minneapolis=&quot;&quot; minutes=&quot;&quot; mis-handled=&quot;&quot; miss=&quot;&quot; mockingjay=&quot;&quot; model=&quot;&quot; mom.=&quot;&quot; mom=&quot;&quot; moment.=&quot;&quot; moment=&quot;&quot; moments=&quot;&quot; monday=&quot;&quot; monica=&quot;&quot; monster=&quot;&quot; month=&quot;&quot; months=&quot;&quot; moon=&quot;&quot; more.=&quot;&quot; more:=&quot;&quot; more=&quot;&quot; morgan=&quot;&quot; moriarty=&quot;&quot; morning=&quot;&quot; most=&quot;&quot; mother-daughter=&quot;&quot; motivated=&quot;&quot; motorcycle=&quot;&quot; motorcyclists=&quot;&quot; mountain=&quot;&quot; mouth=&quot;&quot; move=&quot;&quot; movie...=&quot;&quot; movie=&quot;&quot; moving=&quot;&quot; mt=&quot;&quot; much=&quot;&quot; multiple=&quot;&quot; museum=&quot;&quot; music.=&quot;&quot; muttering=&quot;&quot; my=&quot;&quot; myself=&quot;&quot; mystery=&quot;&quot; n=&quot;&quot; naive=&quot;&quot; name=&quot;&quot; narratives=&quot;&quot; nation--people=&quot;&quot; nation.=&quot;&quot; nation=&quot;&quot; national=&quot;&quot; nationwide.=&quot;&quot; nature=&quot;&quot; nbc=&quot;&quot; nca=&quot;&quot; near=&quot;&quot; nearly=&quot;&quot; nebraska-lincoln=&quot;&quot; nebraska.=&quot;&quot; need--this=&quot;&quot; need=&quot;&quot; needed=&quot;&quot; needles=&quot;&quot; needless=&quot;&quot; needs=&quot;&quot; negative=&quot;&quot; neigh=&quot;&quot; neither=&quot;&quot; nervous=&quot;&quot; never=&quot;&quot; new=&quot;&quot; newly=&quot;&quot; newman=&quot;&quot; news=&quot;&quot; next=&quot;&quot; nice=&quot;&quot; nieces=&quot;&quot; night.=&quot;&quot; night=&quot;&quot; nightly=&quot;&quot; nights=&quot;&quot; no=&quot;&quot; nominated=&quot;&quot; none=&quot;&quot; nope.=&quot;&quot; nor=&quot;&quot; not.=&quot;&quot; not=&quot;&quot; note=&quot;&quot; notes.=&quot;&quot; nothing.=&quot;&quot; november=&quot;&quot; now--we=&quot;&quot; now.=&quot;&quot; now=&quot;&quot; nowhere=&quot;&quot; nudge=&quot;&quot; o-line--but=&quot;&quot; obama.=&quot;&quot; obligations=&quot;&quot; observation.=&quot;&quot; occurring=&quot;&quot; october=&quot;&quot; oday=&quot;&quot; odd=&quot;&quot; oddly=&quot;&quot; of.=&quot;&quot; of=&quot;&quot; off=&quot;&quot; offer=&quot;&quot; often=&quot;&quot; old.=&quot;&quot; old=&quot;&quot; om.=&quot;&quot; om=&quot;&quot; ometimes=&quot;&quot; on.=&quot;&quot; on=&quot;&quot; one-on-one=&quot;&quot; one=&quot;&quot; only=&quot;&quot; onto=&quot;&quot; open=&quot;&quot; openly=&quot;&quot; opportunity=&quot;&quot; opposing=&quot;&quot; opposition=&quot;&quot; oppression.=&quot;&quot; or=&quot;&quot; orchestra=&quot;&quot; orders=&quot;&quot; orientation=&quot;&quot; original=&quot;&quot; osclg.=&quot;&quot; other.=&quot;&quot; other=&quot;&quot; othering=&quot;&quot; others.=&quot;&quot; others=&quot;&quot; our=&quot;&quot; ours=&quot;&quot; out.=&quot;&quot; out=&quot;&quot; outcome=&quot;&quot; over-collaboration.=&quot;&quot; over=&quot;&quot; overcome=&quot;&quot; overhear=&quot;&quot; overlooked=&quot;&quot; overtakes=&quot;&quot; overtly=&quot;&quot; overwhelm=&quot;&quot; own=&quot;&quot; ownership.=&quot;&quot; packet=&quot;&quot; pads=&quot;&quot; pain=&quot;&quot; painful=&quot;&quot; palmer-wackerly=&quot;&quot; palpable=&quot;&quot; pandora=&quot;&quot; panning.=&quot;&quot; panning=&quot;&quot; papa...=&quot;&quot; paradise.=&quot;&quot; parent.=&quot;&quot; parenting=&quot;&quot; parentingredemption=&quot;&quot; parents=&quot;&quot; park--this=&quot;&quot; park.=&quot;&quot; park=&quot;&quot; parker---7=&quot;&quot; part=&quot;&quot; participate=&quot;&quot; particular=&quot;&quot; particularly=&quot;&quot; partner=&quot;&quot; partners=&quot;&quot; party.=&quot;&quot; passing=&quot;&quot; passion.=&quot;&quot; passion=&quot;&quot; passionate=&quot;&quot; passionately=&quot;&quot; past=&quot;&quot; path=&quot;&quot; patience=&quot;&quot; patti=&quot;&quot; patty=&quot;&quot; peaceful=&quot;&quot; pens=&quot;&quot; people--and=&quot;&quot; people=&quot;&quot; perfect=&quot;&quot; perfectly.=&quot;&quot; performance...=&quot;&quot; perhaps=&quot;&quot; person--someone=&quot;&quot; person=&quot;&quot; personal=&quot;&quot; perspective=&quot;&quot; perspectives=&quot;&quot; pet.=&quot;&quot; pet=&quot;&quot; peters=&quot;&quot; pets=&quot;&quot; philadelphia--great=&quot;&quot; philadelphia=&quot;&quot; philly=&quot;&quot; photo.=&quot;&quot; photo=&quot;&quot; photos.=&quot;&quot; photos=&quot;&quot; physical=&quot;&quot; physicist=&quot;&quot; picked=&quot;&quot; picture.=&quot;&quot; picture=&quot;&quot; pictures=&quot;&quot; pink=&quot;&quot; pius=&quot;&quot; place=&quot;&quot; plachy=&quot;&quot; plagiarism=&quot;&quot; plan.=&quot;&quot; plan=&quot;&quot; planned=&quot;&quot; plans.=&quot;&quot; play=&quot;&quot; playground=&quot;&quot; playing=&quot;&quot; plays=&quot;&quot; please-no=&quot;&quot; please=&quot;&quot; pleasure=&quot;&quot; ploy=&quot;&quot; pm=&quot;&quot; pocket=&quot;&quot; poignant=&quot;&quot; point=&quot;&quot; pointing=&quot;&quot; political=&quot;&quot; politics.=&quot;&quot; pool=&quot;&quot; poor=&quot;&quot; pop=&quot;&quot; positions=&quot;&quot; positive=&quot;&quot; post.=&quot;&quot; post=&quot;&quot; posting=&quot;&quot; potential=&quot;&quot; power=&quot;&quot; powerful=&quot;&quot; practice.=&quot;&quot; practice=&quot;&quot; prairie=&quot;&quot; preferences=&quot;&quot; prejudice=&quot;&quot; prejudicial=&quot;&quot; prep.=&quot;&quot; preparing=&quot;&quot; presence=&quot;&quot; presentation=&quot;&quot; presentations=&quot;&quot; presidency=&quot;&quot; president.=&quot;&quot; president=&quot;&quot; presidents.=&quot;&quot; pressure=&quot;&quot; pretty=&quot;&quot; pretzels=&quot;&quot; primarily=&quot;&quot; privacy=&quot;&quot; privilege=&quot;&quot; privy=&quot;&quot; problem.=&quot;&quot; problem=&quot;&quot; problems=&quot;&quot; proceeds=&quot;&quot; process.=&quot;&quot; processes=&quot;&quot; productive=&quot;&quot; productively=&quot;&quot; profile=&quot;&quot; program=&quot;&quot; programming.=&quot;&quot; project=&quot;&quot; protect=&quot;&quot; protest.=&quot;&quot; protractor.=&quot;&quot; providers.=&quot;&quot; pub.=&quot;&quot; public=&quot;&quot; pull=&quot;&quot; pulled=&quot;&quot; punch=&quot;&quot; pursue=&quot;&quot; pushed=&quot;&quot; put=&quot;&quot; puts=&quot;&quot; python=&quot;&quot; quality=&quot;&quot; question=&quot;&quot; questions=&quot;&quot; quite=&quot;&quot; quote=&quot;&quot; racially=&quot;&quot; racism=&quot;&quot; racist.=&quot;&quot; racist=&quot;&quot; rademacher=&quot;&quot; raised=&quot;&quot; random=&quot;&quot; re-connecting=&quot;&quot; re-phrasing=&quot;&quot; re=&quot;&quot; read.=&quot;&quot; read=&quot;&quot; reader.=&quot;&quot; readily=&quot;&quot; reading=&quot;&quot; readings=&quot;&quot; ready=&quot;&quot; real=&quot;&quot; realize=&quot;&quot; realized=&quot;&quot; realizing=&quot;&quot; really=&quot;&quot; reason=&quot;&quot; reassuring.=&quot;&quot; receive=&quot;&quot; received=&quot;&quot; recent=&quot;&quot; recently=&quot;&quot; recipes.=&quot;&quot; recognize=&quot;&quot; recognizing=&quot;&quot; recovering=&quot;&quot; red=&quot;&quot; reeling=&quot;&quot; refers=&quot;&quot; reflect=&quot;&quot; reflects=&quot;&quot; regional=&quot;&quot; regular=&quot;&quot; rejecting=&quot;&quot; rejection=&quot;&quot; rejuvenates=&quot;&quot; relate=&quot;&quot; relationships=&quot;&quot; relishes=&quot;&quot; relying=&quot;&quot; remember=&quot;&quot; remembered=&quot;&quot; reminded=&quot;&quot; rep:=&quot;&quot; repeal=&quot;&quot; repeat=&quot;&quot; repeatedly=&quot;&quot; reported=&quot;&quot; represented=&quot;&quot; reptile=&quot;&quot; requiring=&quot;&quot; research=&quot;&quot; resentment.=&quot;&quot; reservation=&quot;&quot; resist=&quot;&quot; respect=&quot;&quot; respond=&quot;&quot; responds=&quot;&quot; response=&quot;&quot; responsibility=&quot;&quot; responsible=&quot;&quot; restaurant=&quot;&quot; retention=&quot;&quot; retorts=&quot;&quot; returned=&quot;&quot; reviewing=&quot;&quot; rhetoric=&quot;&quot; rice=&quot;&quot; rich--she=&quot;&quot; ridiculous=&quot;&quot; right=&quot;&quot; rights=&quot;&quot; rink=&quot;&quot; risen=&quot;&quot; rish=&quot;&quot; ristorante=&quot;&quot; rnc=&quot;&quot; road=&quot;&quot; robust=&quot;&quot; rock=&quot;&quot; rockin=&quot;&quot; rocky=&quot;&quot; rodent.=&quot;&quot; rodent=&quot;&quot; role=&quot;&quot; roles=&quot;&quot; rolls=&quot;&quot; room=&quot;&quot; rooted=&quot;&quot; rough=&quot;&quot; ruby=&quot;&quot; rule=&quot;&quot; rumors=&quot;&quot; run=&quot;&quot; running=&quot;&quot; rushmore=&quot;&quot; s=&quot;&quot; sack=&quot;&quot; sacrifice.=&quot;&quot; sacrificed=&quot;&quot; sacrificing=&quot;&quot; sad=&quot;&quot; safe.=&quot;&quot; safe=&quot;&quot; safety=&quot;&quot; said=&quot;&quot; same=&quot;&quot; sarcastically=&quot;&quot; sat=&quot;&quot; saturday=&quot;&quot; sauntering=&quot;&quot; saw=&quot;&quot; say=&quot;&quot; saying:=&quot;&quot; saying=&quot;&quot; says--=&quot;&quot; says=&quot;&quot; school.=&quot;&quot; school=&quot;&quot; scrambles=&quot;&quot; scratches=&quot;&quot; searching=&quot;&quot; season--and=&quot;&quot; season=&quot;&quot; second=&quot;&quot; seconds=&quot;&quot; section=&quot;&quot; see=&quot;&quot; seeing=&quot;&quot; seek=&quot;&quot; seem.=&quot;&quot; seems=&quot;&quot; seen=&quot;&quot; seething=&quot;&quot; selection...=&quot;&quot; selection=&quot;&quot; self-evident.=&quot;&quot; selfie.=&quot;&quot; semi-witnessed=&quot;&quot; send=&quot;&quot; sending=&quot;&quot; sense-making=&quot;&quot; sense=&quot;&quot; separate=&quot;&quot; september=&quot;&quot; seriously=&quot;&quot; served=&quot;&quot; services=&quot;&quot; serving=&quot;&quot; set--well=&quot;&quot; set=&quot;&quot; several=&quot;&quot; sexism=&quot;&quot; sexualizes=&quot;&quot; shannon=&quot;&quot; share=&quot;&quot; shared=&quot;&quot; sharing=&quot;&quot; shaving=&quot;&quot; she=&quot;&quot; sheep-=&quot;&quot; shift=&quot;&quot; shopper.=&quot;&quot; shopping=&quot;&quot; short=&quot;&quot; shot=&quot;&quot; should=&quot;&quot; showed=&quot;&quot; shows.=&quot;&quot; shy=&quot;&quot; siblings=&quot;&quot; sick=&quot;&quot; side.=&quot;&quot; sighs=&quot;&quot; significance=&quot;&quot; simultaneously=&quot;&quot; since=&quot;&quot; singing=&quot;&quot; single=&quot;&quot; sir=&quot;&quot; sister=&quot;&quot; sit=&quot;&quot; sitting=&quot;&quot; situation.=&quot;&quot; situation=&quot;&quot; skate=&quot;&quot; skating=&quot;&quot; skip.=&quot;&quot; smell=&quot;&quot; smelling=&quot;&quot; smile=&quot;&quot; snake.=&quot;&quot; snake=&quot;&quot; snuggling=&quot;&quot; so=&quot;&quot; social=&quot;&quot; societal=&quot;&quot; society=&quot;&quot; soft=&quot;&quot; softball=&quot;&quot; solution=&quot;&quot; solves=&quot;&quot; some=&quot;&quot; somehow=&quot;&quot; someone=&quot;&quot; something=&quot;&quot; sometime=&quot;&quot; sometimes=&quot;&quot; somewhere=&quot;&quot; son.=&quot;&quot; son=&quot;&quot; songs--and=&quot;&quot; songs=&quot;&quot; sort=&quot;&quot; sorts=&quot;&quot; soul.=&quot;&quot; soul=&quot;&quot; souls=&quot;&quot; sounds=&quot;&quot; sourcecredibilityinthedigitalage=&quot;&quot; south=&quot;&quot; sox=&quot;&quot; spare=&quot;&quot; special=&quot;&quot; speech=&quot;&quot; spending=&quot;&quot; spike=&quot;&quot; spin=&quot;&quot; spirit=&quot;&quot; spoiling=&quot;&quot; spoken.=&quot;&quot; spouts=&quot;&quot; spreadsheets=&quot;&quot; squeeze=&quot;&quot; st=&quot;&quot; stacie=&quot;&quot; stage=&quot;&quot; stand=&quot;&quot; standing=&quot;&quot; star=&quot;&quot; stare=&quot;&quot; start.=&quot;&quot; start=&quot;&quot; started=&quot;&quot; state=&quot;&quot; states=&quot;&quot; status=&quot;&quot; steal=&quot;&quot; step=&quot;&quot; steps--thanks=&quot;&quot; steps=&quot;&quot; steve=&quot;&quot; stevenaitchison=&quot;&quot; stigmatization=&quot;&quot; still=&quot;&quot; stilll=&quot;&quot; stink.=&quot;&quot; stinkers.=&quot;&quot; stomach=&quot;&quot; stop=&quot;&quot; stopped=&quot;&quot; stops=&quot;&quot; stored=&quot;&quot; stories=&quot;&quot; story=&quot;&quot; streak...=&quot;&quot; stream=&quot;&quot; stress=&quot;&quot; stressful=&quot;&quot; strike=&quot;&quot; strikes=&quot;&quot; strive=&quot;&quot; strongly=&quot;&quot; struggle.=&quot;&quot; student=&quot;&quot; students.=&quot;&quot; students=&quot;&quot; studies=&quot;&quot; study.=&quot;&quot; study=&quot;&quot; stuff=&quot;&quot; stunned=&quot;&quot; stupid=&quot;&quot; sturgis...or=&quot;&quot; substance=&quot;&quot; such=&quot;&quot; sudden=&quot;&quot; suffer=&quot;&quot; suffice=&quot;&quot; suggested=&quot;&quot; summer--2=&quot;&quot; summer...=&quot;&quot; summer.=&quot;&quot; summer=&quot;&quot; sums=&quot;&quot; sunday=&quot;&quot; sundays=&quot;&quot; super=&quot;&quot; support--and=&quot;&quot; support=&quot;&quot; supported=&quot;&quot; supporters=&quot;&quot; supportive=&quot;&quot; sure=&quot;&quot; surface.=&quot;&quot; surface=&quot;&quot; surreal=&quot;&quot; swans=&quot;&quot; swear=&quot;&quot; sweat=&quot;&quot; sweaty=&quot;&quot; sweeter=&quot;&quot; swimming=&quot;&quot; syllabus=&quot;&quot; symphony=&quot;&quot; system=&quot;&quot; t=&quot;&quot; table=&quot;&quot; tackle=&quot;&quot; tag-team=&quot;&quot; tailgate=&quot;&quot; take=&quot;&quot; taken=&quot;&quot; taking=&quot;&quot; talent=&quot;&quot; talk=&quot;&quot; talking=&quot;&quot; talks.=&quot;&quot; tame=&quot;&quot; teaching=&quot;&quot; team.=&quot;&quot; team=&quot;&quot; tear=&quot;&quot; tears...=&quot;&quot; tears.=&quot;&quot; technology=&quot;&quot; teen=&quot;&quot; teenager=&quot;&quot; tell.=&quot;&quot; tell=&quot;&quot; tense=&quot;&quot; tension=&quot;&quot; tensions=&quot;&quot; terms=&quot;&quot; terrifying.=&quot;&quot; text.=&quot;&quot; text=&quot;&quot; than=&quot;&quot; thank=&quot;&quot; thankful=&quot;&quot; thankfully=&quot;&quot; thanks=&quot;&quot; that.=&quot;&quot; that=&quot;&quot; the=&quot;&quot; their=&quot;&quot; them=&quot;&quot; then=&quot;&quot; there=&quot;&quot; these=&quot;&quot; they=&quot;&quot; thin=&quot;&quot; thing=&quot;&quot; things.=&quot;&quot; things=&quot;&quot; think=&quot;&quot; thinking=&quot;&quot; third=&quot;&quot; this.=&quot;&quot; this=&quot;&quot; thoroughly=&quot;&quot; those.=&quot;&quot; those=&quot;&quot; though=&quot;&quot; thought=&quot;&quot; thousand=&quot;&quot; through=&quot;&quot; throughout=&quot;&quot; throw=&quot;&quot; thrown=&quot;&quot; thunder=&quot;&quot; thursday=&quot;&quot; ties=&quot;&quot; timber=&quot;&quot; time...=&quot;&quot; time.=&quot;&quot; time=&quot;&quot; timeline.=&quot;&quot; times=&quot;&quot; tiniest=&quot;&quot; tired=&quot;&quot; tirelessly=&quot;&quot; to=&quot;&quot; today--still=&quot;&quot; today....we=&quot;&quot; today.=&quot;&quot; today=&quot;&quot; together---can=&quot;&quot; together--and=&quot;&quot; together--disagreeing=&quot;&quot; together.=&quot;&quot; together=&quot;&quot; told=&quot;&quot; tom=&quot;&quot; tomorrow=&quot;&quot; toni=&quot;&quot; tonight.=&quot;&quot; tonight=&quot;&quot; too.=&quot;&quot; too=&quot;&quot; took=&quot;&quot; tootsie=&quot;&quot; tore=&quot;&quot; totally=&quot;&quot; touches=&quot;&quot; tough=&quot;&quot; tour=&quot;&quot; toward=&quot;&quot; tracks=&quot;&quot; tradition.=&quot;&quot; tram=&quot;&quot; transfer=&quot;&quot; transform=&quot;&quot; transition=&quot;&quot; treating=&quot;&quot; tree=&quot;&quot; trending=&quot;&quot; trials=&quot;&quot; tribulations.=&quot;&quot; tribute=&quot;&quot; trick=&quot;&quot; tried=&quot;&quot; trinity=&quot;&quot; trip.=&quot;&quot; trip=&quot;&quot; triumph=&quot;&quot; trouble.=&quot;&quot; troubling=&quot;&quot; true=&quot;&quot; truly=&quot;&quot; trump=&quot;&quot; truths=&quot;&quot; try=&quot;&quot; trying=&quot;&quot; tuck=&quot;&quot; tuesday=&quot;&quot; turn=&quot;&quot; turned=&quot;&quot; turning=&quot;&quot; turns=&quot;&quot; twice=&quot;&quot; twisted=&quot;&quot; twitter.=&quot;&quot; two=&quot;&quot; ty=&quot;&quot; tyler.=&quot;&quot; tyler=&quot;&quot; typing=&quot;&quot; uh.=&quot;&quot; ultimate=&quot;&quot; uncritically=&quot;&quot; undefeated=&quot;&quot; under-appreciated.=&quot;&quot; under-estimate=&quot;&quot; unfair=&quot;&quot; unfold=&quot;&quot; unfolded=&quot;&quot; unfortunately=&quot;&quot; unhealthy=&quot;&quot; unique=&quot;&quot; united=&quot;&quot; universities.=&quot;&quot; university=&quot;&quot; unl.edu=&quot;&quot; unl=&quot;&quot; until=&quot;&quot; unwelcome=&quot;&quot; up.=&quot;&quot; up=&quot;&quot; updated=&quot;&quot; upon=&quot;&quot; upright=&quot;&quot; ups=&quot;&quot; upworthy=&quot;&quot; us....=&quot;&quot; us...=&quot;&quot; us.=&quot;&quot; us=&quot;&quot; using=&quot;&quot; usually=&quot;&quot; v=&quot;&quot; valid=&quot;&quot; valuable=&quot;&quot; value=&quot;&quot; valuing=&quot;&quot; van=&quot;&quot; vary=&quot;&quot; ve=&quot;&quot; very=&quot;&quot; veterans=&quot;&quot; vg=&quot;&quot; vice=&quot;&quot; video.=&quot;&quot; video=&quot;&quot; videos=&quot;&quot; views=&quot;&quot; vilifying=&quot;&quot; vincenzo=&quot;&quot; violence.=&quot;&quot; violence=&quot;&quot; virginia=&quot;&quot; visceral=&quot;&quot; visible=&quot;&quot; visiting=&quot;&quot; voice=&quot;&quot; volunteer=&quot;&quot; voorhees=&quot;&quot; vote.=&quot;&quot; vote=&quot;&quot; vox.=&quot;&quot; wackernagel=&quot;&quot; wait=&quot;&quot; waiting=&quot;&quot; walk=&quot;&quot; walked=&quot;&quot; want=&quot;&quot; wanted=&quot;&quot; warner=&quot;&quot; was=&quot;&quot; wasn=&quot;&quot; watch=&quot;&quot; watched=&quot;&quot; watching=&quot;&quot; water=&quot;&quot; way--than=&quot;&quot; way=&quot;&quot; ways=&quot;&quot; we=&quot;&quot; wedding=&quot;&quot; wednesday=&quot;&quot; week=&quot;&quot; weekend--got=&quot;&quot; weekend=&quot;&quot; weeknight=&quot;&quot; weeks=&quot;&quot; wegner=&quot;&quot; weight.=&quot;&quot; welcomed=&quot;&quot; well-deserved=&quot;&quot; well-laid=&quot;&quot; well...=&quot;&quot; well.=&quot;&quot; well=&quot;&quot; went=&quot;&quot; were=&quot;&quot; weren=&quot;&quot; west...=&quot;&quot; western=&quot;&quot; wevecomefullcircle=&quot;&quot; what=&quot;&quot; when=&quot;&quot; where=&quot;&quot; which=&quot;&quot; while=&quot;&quot; white=&quot;&quot; whitesnake=&quot;&quot; who=&quot;&quot; whole=&quot;&quot; why=&quot;&quot; will=&quot;&quot; willing=&quot;&quot; wind=&quot;&quot; winding=&quot;&quot; wisdom=&quot;&quot; wish=&quot;&quot; with=&quot;&quot; within=&quot;&quot; without=&quot;&quot; witness=&quot;&quot; witnessed=&quot;&quot; woah.=&quot;&quot; woke=&quot;&quot; wolf=&quot;&quot; wolves.=&quot;&quot; wolves=&quot;&quot; woman=&quot;&quot; women=&quot;&quot; wonder=&quot;&quot; wonderful=&quot;&quot; word=&quot;&quot; words=&quot;&quot; wordsmatter=&quot;&quot; work.=&quot;&quot; work=&quot;&quot; working=&quot;&quot; world=&quot;&quot; worried=&quot;&quot; worry.=&quot;&quot; worse=&quot;&quot; worst=&quot;&quot; would=&quot;&quot; wrestling=&quot;&quot; writing=&quot;&quot; wrong.=&quot;&quot; wrote=&quot;&quot; wyvill=&quot;&quot; x=&quot;&quot; yeah.=&quot;&quot; yeah=&quot;&quot; year=&quot;&quot; years...=&quot;&quot; years=&quot;&quot; yes=&quot;&quot; yet=&quot;&quot; yikes=&quot;&quot; you--=&quot;&quot; you--your=&quot;&quot; you.=&quot;&quot; you=&quot;&quot; young=&quot;&quot; your=&quot;&quot; yourself=&quot;&quot; zone=&quot;&quot; zoo=&quot;&quot;&gt;Friday, July 15, 2016 at 7:16am CDT
Kathy Ford Castle shared a memory.
This is easily the most emotional memory FB has shared with me. It&#39;s hard to believe this was 2 summers ago. Words cannot express how grateful we are for Megan&#39;s continued recovery and for the incredible love and support our family experienced in so many ways during such a difficult time. My thoughts and prayers continue for all those families struggling with illness, particularly pediatric cancer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;3 listened=&quot;&quot; listening=&quot;&quot; literature=&quot;&quot; little=&quot;&quot; live=&quot;&quot; lives.=&quot;&quot; lives=&quot;&quot; ll=&quot;&quot; location=&quot;&quot; lofty=&quot;&quot; lone=&quot;&quot; long=&quot;&quot; longed=&quot;&quot; longer=&quot;&quot; look=&quot;&quot; looked=&quot;&quot; looking=&quot;&quot; looks=&quot;&quot; lot=&quot;&quot; loud=&quot;&quot; love=&quot;&quot; loves=&quot;&quot; loving=&quot;&quot; lt=&quot;&quot; lucas=&quot;&quot; luck...most=&quot;&quot; lucky=&quot;&quot; lunch.=&quot;&quot; lunch=&quot;&quot; luther=&quot;&quot; m=&quot;&quot; made=&quot;&quot; maisano=&quot;&quot; majestic=&quot;&quot; make=&quot;&quot; making=&quot;&quot; mama=&quot;&quot; man--i=&quot;&quot; man=&quot;&quot; manage=&quot;&quot; many=&quot;&quot; marked=&quot;&quot; markers=&quot;&quot; maroon=&quot;&quot; marriott=&quot;&quot; martha=&quot;&quot; martin=&quot;&quot; mary=&quot;&quot; mass.=&quot;&quot; mass=&quot;&quot; master=&quot;&quot; math=&quot;&quot; matson=&quot;&quot; matter=&quot;&quot; max=&quot;&quot; maybe=&quot;&quot; mcbride=&quot;&quot; mccabe=&quot;&quot; me:=&quot;&quot; me=&quot;&quot; meal=&quot;&quot; mean=&quot;&quot; meaning.=&quot;&quot; means=&quot;&quot; media=&quot;&quot; memorable=&quot;&quot; memories=&quot;&quot; memory.=&quot;&quot; mendment=&quot;&quot; merciless=&quot;&quot; message=&quot;&quot; metallica=&quot;&quot; michelle=&quot;&quot; middle=&quot;&quot; midnight=&quot;&quot; midst=&quot;&quot; might=&quot;&quot; mike=&quot;&quot; mind=&quot;&quot; minds=&quot;&quot; mine...=&quot;&quot; mine=&quot;&quot; minecraft=&quot;&quot; mini=&quot;&quot; minneapolis=&quot;&quot; minutes=&quot;&quot; mis-handled=&quot;&quot; miss=&quot;&quot; mockingjay=&quot;&quot; model=&quot;&quot; mom.=&quot;&quot; mom=&quot;&quot; moment.=&quot;&quot; moment=&quot;&quot; moments=&quot;&quot; monday=&quot;&quot; monica=&quot;&quot; monster=&quot;&quot; month=&quot;&quot; months=&quot;&quot; moon=&quot;&quot; more.=&quot;&quot; more:=&quot;&quot; more=&quot;&quot; morgan=&quot;&quot; moriarty=&quot;&quot; morning=&quot;&quot; most=&quot;&quot; mother-daughter=&quot;&quot; motivated=&quot;&quot; motorcycle=&quot;&quot; motorcyclists=&quot;&quot; mountain=&quot;&quot; mouth=&quot;&quot; move=&quot;&quot; movie...=&quot;&quot; movie=&quot;&quot; moving=&quot;&quot; mt=&quot;&quot; much=&quot;&quot; multiple=&quot;&quot; museum=&quot;&quot; music.=&quot;&quot; muttering=&quot;&quot; my=&quot;&quot; myself=&quot;&quot; mystery=&quot;&quot; n=&quot;&quot; naive=&quot;&quot; name=&quot;&quot; narratives=&quot;&quot; nation--people=&quot;&quot; nation.=&quot;&quot; nation=&quot;&quot; national=&quot;&quot; nationwide.=&quot;&quot; nature=&quot;&quot; nbc=&quot;&quot; nca=&quot;&quot; near=&quot;&quot; nearly=&quot;&quot; nebraska-lincoln=&quot;&quot; nebraska.=&quot;&quot; need--this=&quot;&quot; need=&quot;&quot; needed=&quot;&quot; needles=&quot;&quot; needless=&quot;&quot; needs=&quot;&quot; negative=&quot;&quot; neigh=&quot;&quot; neither=&quot;&quot; nervous=&quot;&quot; never=&quot;&quot; new=&quot;&quot; newly=&quot;&quot; newman=&quot;&quot; news=&quot;&quot; next=&quot;&quot; nice=&quot;&quot; nieces=&quot;&quot; night.=&quot;&quot; night=&quot;&quot; nightly=&quot;&quot; nights=&quot;&quot; no=&quot;&quot; nominated=&quot;&quot; none=&quot;&quot; nope.=&quot;&quot; nor=&quot;&quot; not.=&quot;&quot; not=&quot;&quot; note=&quot;&quot; notes.=&quot;&quot; nothing.=&quot;&quot; november=&quot;&quot; now--we=&quot;&quot; now.=&quot;&quot; now=&quot;&quot; nowhere=&quot;&quot; nudge=&quot;&quot; o-line--but=&quot;&quot; obama.=&quot;&quot; obligations=&quot;&quot; observation.=&quot;&quot; occurring=&quot;&quot; october=&quot;&quot; oday=&quot;&quot; odd=&quot;&quot; oddly=&quot;&quot; of.=&quot;&quot; of=&quot;&quot; off=&quot;&quot; offer=&quot;&quot; often=&quot;&quot; old.=&quot;&quot; old=&quot;&quot; om.=&quot;&quot; om=&quot;&quot; ometimes=&quot;&quot; on.=&quot;&quot; on=&quot;&quot; one-on-one=&quot;&quot; one=&quot;&quot; only=&quot;&quot; onto=&quot;&quot; open=&quot;&quot; openly=&quot;&quot; opportunity=&quot;&quot; opposing=&quot;&quot; opposition=&quot;&quot; oppression.=&quot;&quot; or=&quot;&quot; orchestra=&quot;&quot; orders=&quot;&quot; orientation=&quot;&quot; original=&quot;&quot; osclg.=&quot;&quot; other.=&quot;&quot; other=&quot;&quot; othering=&quot;&quot; others.=&quot;&quot; others=&quot;&quot; our=&quot;&quot; ours=&quot;&quot; out.=&quot;&quot; out=&quot;&quot; outcome=&quot;&quot; over-collaboration.=&quot;&quot; over=&quot;&quot; overcome=&quot;&quot; overhear=&quot;&quot; overlooked=&quot;&quot; overtakes=&quot;&quot; overtly=&quot;&quot; overwhelm=&quot;&quot; own=&quot;&quot; ownership.=&quot;&quot; packet=&quot;&quot; pads=&quot;&quot; pain=&quot;&quot; painful=&quot;&quot; palmer-wackerly=&quot;&quot; palpable=&quot;&quot; pandora=&quot;&quot; panning.=&quot;&quot; panning=&quot;&quot; papa...=&quot;&quot; paradise.=&quot;&quot; parent.=&quot;&quot; parenting=&quot;&quot; parentingredemption=&quot;&quot; parents=&quot;&quot; park--this=&quot;&quot; park.=&quot;&quot; park=&quot;&quot; parker---7=&quot;&quot; part=&quot;&quot; participate=&quot;&quot; particular=&quot;&quot; particularly=&quot;&quot; partner=&quot;&quot; partners=&quot;&quot; party.=&quot;&quot; passing=&quot;&quot; passion.=&quot;&quot; passion=&quot;&quot; passionate=&quot;&quot; passionately=&quot;&quot; past=&quot;&quot; path=&quot;&quot; patience=&quot;&quot; patti=&quot;&quot; patty=&quot;&quot; peaceful=&quot;&quot; pens=&quot;&quot; people--and=&quot;&quot; people=&quot;&quot; perfect=&quot;&quot; perfectly.=&quot;&quot; performance...=&quot;&quot; perhaps=&quot;&quot; person--someone=&quot;&quot; person=&quot;&quot; personal=&quot;&quot; perspective=&quot;&quot; perspectives=&quot;&quot; pet.=&quot;&quot; pet=&quot;&quot; peters=&quot;&quot; pets=&quot;&quot; philadelphia--great=&quot;&quot; philadelphia=&quot;&quot; philly=&quot;&quot; photo.=&quot;&quot; photo=&quot;&quot; photos.=&quot;&quot; photos=&quot;&quot; physical=&quot;&quot; physicist=&quot;&quot; picked=&quot;&quot; picture.=&quot;&quot; picture=&quot;&quot; pictures=&quot;&quot; pink=&quot;&quot; pius=&quot;&quot; place=&quot;&quot; plachy=&quot;&quot; plagiarism=&quot;&quot; plan.=&quot;&quot; plan=&quot;&quot; planned=&quot;&quot; plans.=&quot;&quot; play=&quot;&quot; playground=&quot;&quot; playing=&quot;&quot; plays=&quot;&quot; please-no=&quot;&quot; please=&quot;&quot; pleasure=&quot;&quot; ploy=&quot;&quot; pm=&quot;&quot; pocket=&quot;&quot; poignant=&quot;&quot; point=&quot;&quot; pointing=&quot;&quot; political=&quot;&quot; politics.=&quot;&quot; pool=&quot;&quot; poor=&quot;&quot; pop=&quot;&quot; positions=&quot;&quot; positive=&quot;&quot; post.=&quot;&quot; post=&quot;&quot; posting=&quot;&quot; potential=&quot;&quot; power=&quot;&quot; powerful=&quot;&quot; practice.=&quot;&quot; practice=&quot;&quot; prairie=&quot;&quot; preferences=&quot;&quot; prejudice=&quot;&quot; prejudicial=&quot;&quot; prep.=&quot;&quot; preparing=&quot;&quot; presence=&quot;&quot; presentation=&quot;&quot; presentations=&quot;&quot; presidency=&quot;&quot; president.=&quot;&quot; president=&quot;&quot; presidents.=&quot;&quot; pressure=&quot;&quot; pretty=&quot;&quot; pretzels=&quot;&quot; primarily=&quot;&quot; privacy=&quot;&quot; privilege=&quot;&quot; privy=&quot;&quot; problem.=&quot;&quot; problem=&quot;&quot; problems=&quot;&quot; proceeds=&quot;&quot; process.=&quot;&quot; processes=&quot;&quot; productive=&quot;&quot; productively=&quot;&quot; profile=&quot;&quot; program=&quot;&quot; programming.=&quot;&quot; project=&quot;&quot; protect=&quot;&quot; protest.=&quot;&quot; protractor.=&quot;&quot; providers.=&quot;&quot; pub.=&quot;&quot; public=&quot;&quot; pull=&quot;&quot; pulled=&quot;&quot; punch=&quot;&quot; pursue=&quot;&quot; pushed=&quot;&quot; put=&quot;&quot; puts=&quot;&quot; python=&quot;&quot; quality=&quot;&quot; question=&quot;&quot; questions=&quot;&quot; quite=&quot;&quot; quote=&quot;&quot; racially=&quot;&quot; racism=&quot;&quot; racist.=&quot;&quot; racist=&quot;&quot; rademacher=&quot;&quot; raised=&quot;&quot; random=&quot;&quot; re-connecting=&quot;&quot; re-phrasing=&quot;&quot; re=&quot;&quot; read.=&quot;&quot; read=&quot;&quot; reader.=&quot;&quot; readily=&quot;&quot; reading=&quot;&quot; readings=&quot;&quot; ready=&quot;&quot; real=&quot;&quot; realize=&quot;&quot; realized=&quot;&quot; realizing=&quot;&quot; really=&quot;&quot; reason=&quot;&quot; reassuring.=&quot;&quot; receive=&quot;&quot; received=&quot;&quot; recent=&quot;&quot; recently=&quot;&quot; recipes.=&quot;&quot; recognize=&quot;&quot; recognizing=&quot;&quot; recovering=&quot;&quot; red=&quot;&quot; reeling=&quot;&quot; refers=&quot;&quot; reflect=&quot;&quot; reflects=&quot;&quot; regional=&quot;&quot; regular=&quot;&quot; rejecting=&quot;&quot; rejection=&quot;&quot; rejuvenates=&quot;&quot; relate=&quot;&quot; relationships=&quot;&quot; relishes=&quot;&quot; relying=&quot;&quot; remember=&quot;&quot; remembered=&quot;&quot; reminded=&quot;&quot; rep:=&quot;&quot; repeal=&quot;&quot; repeat=&quot;&quot; repeatedly=&quot;&quot; reported=&quot;&quot; represented=&quot;&quot; reptile=&quot;&quot; requiring=&quot;&quot; research=&quot;&quot; resentment.=&quot;&quot; reservation=&quot;&quot; resist=&quot;&quot; respect=&quot;&quot; respond=&quot;&quot; responds=&quot;&quot; response=&quot;&quot; responsibility=&quot;&quot; responsible=&quot;&quot; restaurant=&quot;&quot; retention=&quot;&quot; retorts=&quot;&quot; returned=&quot;&quot; reviewing=&quot;&quot; rhetoric=&quot;&quot; rice=&quot;&quot; rich--she=&quot;&quot; ridiculous=&quot;&quot; right=&quot;&quot; rights=&quot;&quot; rink=&quot;&quot; risen=&quot;&quot; rish=&quot;&quot; ristorante=&quot;&quot; rnc=&quot;&quot; road=&quot;&quot; robust=&quot;&quot; rock=&quot;&quot; rockin=&quot;&quot; rocky=&quot;&quot; rodent.=&quot;&quot; rodent=&quot;&quot; role=&quot;&quot; roles=&quot;&quot; rolls=&quot;&quot; room=&quot;&quot; rooted=&quot;&quot; rough=&quot;&quot; ruby=&quot;&quot; rule=&quot;&quot; rumors=&quot;&quot; run=&quot;&quot; running=&quot;&quot; rushmore=&quot;&quot; s=&quot;&quot; sack=&quot;&quot; sacrifice.=&quot;&quot; sacrificed=&quot;&quot; sacrificing=&quot;&quot; sad=&quot;&quot; safe.=&quot;&quot; safe=&quot;&quot; safety=&quot;&quot; said=&quot;&quot; same=&quot;&quot; sarcastically=&quot;&quot; sat=&quot;&quot; saturday=&quot;&quot; sauntering=&quot;&quot; saw=&quot;&quot; say=&quot;&quot; saying:=&quot;&quot; saying=&quot;&quot; says--=&quot;&quot; says=&quot;&quot; school.=&quot;&quot; school=&quot;&quot; scrambles=&quot;&quot; scratches=&quot;&quot; searching=&quot;&quot; season--and=&quot;&quot; season=&quot;&quot; second=&quot;&quot; seconds=&quot;&quot; section=&quot;&quot; see=&quot;&quot; seeing=&quot;&quot; seek=&quot;&quot; seem.=&quot;&quot; seems=&quot;&quot; seen=&quot;&quot; seething=&quot;&quot; selection...=&quot;&quot; selection=&quot;&quot; self-evident.=&quot;&quot; selfie.=&quot;&quot; semi-witnessed=&quot;&quot; send=&quot;&quot; sending=&quot;&quot; sense-making=&quot;&quot; sense=&quot;&quot; separate=&quot;&quot; september=&quot;&quot; seriously=&quot;&quot; served=&quot;&quot; services=&quot;&quot; serving=&quot;&quot; set--well=&quot;&quot; set=&quot;&quot; several=&quot;&quot; sexism=&quot;&quot; sexualizes=&quot;&quot; shannon=&quot;&quot; share=&quot;&quot; shared=&quot;&quot; sharing=&quot;&quot; shaving=&quot;&quot; she=&quot;&quot; sheep-=&quot;&quot; shift=&quot;&quot; shopper.=&quot;&quot; shopping=&quot;&quot; short=&quot;&quot; shot=&quot;&quot; should=&quot;&quot; showed=&quot;&quot; shows.=&quot;&quot; shy=&quot;&quot; siblings=&quot;&quot; sick=&quot;&quot; side.=&quot;&quot; sighs=&quot;&quot; significance=&quot;&quot; simultaneously=&quot;&quot; since=&quot;&quot; singing=&quot;&quot; single=&quot;&quot; sir=&quot;&quot; sister=&quot;&quot; sit=&quot;&quot; sitting=&quot;&quot; situation.=&quot;&quot; situation=&quot;&quot; skate=&quot;&quot; skating=&quot;&quot; skip.=&quot;&quot; smell=&quot;&quot; smelling=&quot;&quot; smile=&quot;&quot; snake.=&quot;&quot; snake=&quot;&quot; snuggling=&quot;&quot; so=&quot;&quot; social=&quot;&quot; societal=&quot;&quot; society=&quot;&quot; soft=&quot;&quot; softball=&quot;&quot; solution=&quot;&quot; solves=&quot;&quot; some=&quot;&quot; somehow=&quot;&quot; someone=&quot;&quot; something=&quot;&quot; sometime=&quot;&quot; sometimes=&quot;&quot; somewhere=&quot;&quot; son.=&quot;&quot; son=&quot;&quot; songs--and=&quot;&quot; songs=&quot;&quot; sort=&quot;&quot; sorts=&quot;&quot; soul.=&quot;&quot; soul=&quot;&quot; souls=&quot;&quot; sounds=&quot;&quot; sourcecredibilityinthedigitalage=&quot;&quot; south=&quot;&quot; sox=&quot;&quot; spare=&quot;&quot; special=&quot;&quot; speech=&quot;&quot; spending=&quot;&quot; spike=&quot;&quot; spin=&quot;&quot; spirit=&quot;&quot; spoiling=&quot;&quot; spoken.=&quot;&quot; spouts=&quot;&quot; spreadsheets=&quot;&quot; squeeze=&quot;&quot; st=&quot;&quot; stacie=&quot;&quot; stage=&quot;&quot; stand=&quot;&quot; standing=&quot;&quot; star=&quot;&quot; stare=&quot;&quot; start.=&quot;&quot; start=&quot;&quot; started=&quot;&quot; state=&quot;&quot; states=&quot;&quot; status=&quot;&quot; steal=&quot;&quot; step=&quot;&quot; steps--thanks=&quot;&quot; steps=&quot;&quot; steve=&quot;&quot; stevenaitchison=&quot;&quot; stigmatization=&quot;&quot; still=&quot;&quot; stilll=&quot;&quot; stink.=&quot;&quot; stinkers.=&quot;&quot; stomach=&quot;&quot; stop=&quot;&quot; stopped=&quot;&quot; stops=&quot;&quot; stored=&quot;&quot; stories=&quot;&quot; story=&quot;&quot; streak...=&quot;&quot; stream=&quot;&quot; stress=&quot;&quot; stressful=&quot;&quot; strike=&quot;&quot; strikes=&quot;&quot; strive=&quot;&quot; strongly=&quot;&quot; struggle.=&quot;&quot; student=&quot;&quot; students.=&quot;&quot; students=&quot;&quot; studies=&quot;&quot; study.=&quot;&quot; study=&quot;&quot; stuff=&quot;&quot; stunned=&quot;&quot; stupid=&quot;&quot; sturgis...or=&quot;&quot; substance=&quot;&quot; such=&quot;&quot; sudden=&quot;&quot; suffer=&quot;&quot; suffice=&quot;&quot; suggested=&quot;&quot; summer--2=&quot;&quot; summer...=&quot;&quot; summer.=&quot;&quot; summer=&quot;&quot; sums=&quot;&quot; sunday=&quot;&quot; sundays=&quot;&quot; super=&quot;&quot; support--and=&quot;&quot; support=&quot;&quot; supported=&quot;&quot; supporters=&quot;&quot; supportive=&quot;&quot; sure=&quot;&quot; surface.=&quot;&quot; surface=&quot;&quot; surreal=&quot;&quot; swans=&quot;&quot; swear=&quot;&quot; sweat=&quot;&quot; sweaty=&quot;&quot; sweeter=&quot;&quot; swimming=&quot;&quot; syllabus=&quot;&quot; symphony=&quot;&quot; system=&quot;&quot; t=&quot;&quot; table=&quot;&quot; tackle=&quot;&quot; tag-team=&quot;&quot; tailgate=&quot;&quot; take=&quot;&quot; taken=&quot;&quot; taking=&quot;&quot; talent=&quot;&quot; talk=&quot;&quot; talking=&quot;&quot; talks.=&quot;&quot; tame=&quot;&quot; teaching=&quot;&quot; team.=&quot;&quot; team=&quot;&quot; tear=&quot;&quot; tears...=&quot;&quot; tears.=&quot;&quot; technology=&quot;&quot; teen=&quot;&quot; teenager=&quot;&quot; tell.=&quot;&quot; tell=&quot;&quot; tense=&quot;&quot; tension=&quot;&quot; tensions=&quot;&quot; terms=&quot;&quot; terrifying.=&quot;&quot; text.=&quot;&quot; text=&quot;&quot; than=&quot;&quot; thank=&quot;&quot; thankful=&quot;&quot; thankfully=&quot;&quot; thanks=&quot;&quot; that.=&quot;&quot; that=&quot;&quot; the=&quot;&quot; their=&quot;&quot; them=&quot;&quot; then=&quot;&quot; there=&quot;&quot; these=&quot;&quot; they=&quot;&quot; thin=&quot;&quot; thing=&quot;&quot; things.=&quot;&quot; things=&quot;&quot; think=&quot;&quot; thinking=&quot;&quot; third=&quot;&quot; this.=&quot;&quot; this=&quot;&quot; thoroughly=&quot;&quot; those.=&quot;&quot; those=&quot;&quot; though=&quot;&quot; thought=&quot;&quot; thousand=&quot;&quot; through=&quot;&quot; throughout=&quot;&quot; throw=&quot;&quot; thrown=&quot;&quot; thunder=&quot;&quot; thursday=&quot;&quot; ties=&quot;&quot; timber=&quot;&quot; time...=&quot;&quot; time.=&quot;&quot; time=&quot;&quot; timeline.=&quot;&quot; times=&quot;&quot; tiniest=&quot;&quot; tired=&quot;&quot; tirelessly=&quot;&quot; to=&quot;&quot; today--still=&quot;&quot; today....we=&quot;&quot; today.=&quot;&quot; today=&quot;&quot; together---can=&quot;&quot; together--and=&quot;&quot; together--disagreeing=&quot;&quot; together.=&quot;&quot; together=&quot;&quot; told=&quot;&quot; tom=&quot;&quot; tomorrow=&quot;&quot; toni=&quot;&quot; tonight.=&quot;&quot; tonight=&quot;&quot; too.=&quot;&quot; too=&quot;&quot; took=&quot;&quot; tootsie=&quot;&quot; tore=&quot;&quot; totally=&quot;&quot; touches=&quot;&quot; tough=&quot;&quot; tour=&quot;&quot; toward=&quot;&quot; tracks=&quot;&quot; tradition.=&quot;&quot; tram=&quot;&quot; transfer=&quot;&quot; transform=&quot;&quot; transition=&quot;&quot; treating=&quot;&quot; tree=&quot;&quot; trending=&quot;&quot; trials=&quot;&quot; tribulations.=&quot;&quot; tribute=&quot;&quot; trick=&quot;&quot; tried=&quot;&quot; trinity=&quot;&quot; trip.=&quot;&quot; trip=&quot;&quot; triumph=&quot;&quot; trouble.=&quot;&quot; troubling=&quot;&quot; true=&quot;&quot; truly=&quot;&quot; trump=&quot;&quot; truths=&quot;&quot; try=&quot;&quot; trying=&quot;&quot; tuck=&quot;&quot; tuesday=&quot;&quot; turn=&quot;&quot; turned=&quot;&quot; turning=&quot;&quot; turns=&quot;&quot; twice=&quot;&quot; twisted=&quot;&quot; twitter.=&quot;&quot; two=&quot;&quot; ty=&quot;&quot; tyler.=&quot;&quot; tyler=&quot;&quot; typing=&quot;&quot; uh.=&quot;&quot; ultimate=&quot;&quot; uncritically=&quot;&quot; undefeated=&quot;&quot; under-appreciated.=&quot;&quot; under-estimate=&quot;&quot; unfair=&quot;&quot; unfold=&quot;&quot; unfolded=&quot;&quot; unfortunately=&quot;&quot; unhealthy=&quot;&quot; unique=&quot;&quot; united=&quot;&quot; universities.=&quot;&quot; university=&quot;&quot; unl.edu=&quot;&quot; unl=&quot;&quot; until=&quot;&quot; unwelcome=&quot;&quot; up.=&quot;&quot; up=&quot;&quot; updated=&quot;&quot; upon=&quot;&quot; upright=&quot;&quot; ups=&quot;&quot; upworthy=&quot;&quot; us....=&quot;&quot; us...=&quot;&quot; us.=&quot;&quot; us=&quot;&quot; using=&quot;&quot; usually=&quot;&quot; v=&quot;&quot; valid=&quot;&quot; valuable=&quot;&quot; value=&quot;&quot; valuing=&quot;&quot; van=&quot;&quot; vary=&quot;&quot; ve=&quot;&quot; very=&quot;&quot; veterans=&quot;&quot; vg=&quot;&quot; vice=&quot;&quot; video.=&quot;&quot; video=&quot;&quot; videos=&quot;&quot; views=&quot;&quot; vilifying=&quot;&quot; vincenzo=&quot;&quot; violence.=&quot;&quot; violence=&quot;&quot; virginia=&quot;&quot; visceral=&quot;&quot; visible=&quot;&quot; visiting=&quot;&quot; voice=&quot;&quot; volunteer=&quot;&quot; voorhees=&quot;&quot; vote.=&quot;&quot; vote=&quot;&quot; vox.=&quot;&quot; wackernagel=&quot;&quot; wait=&quot;&quot; waiting=&quot;&quot; walk=&quot;&quot; walked=&quot;&quot; want=&quot;&quot; wanted=&quot;&quot; warner=&quot;&quot; was=&quot;&quot; wasn=&quot;&quot; watch=&quot;&quot; watched=&quot;&quot; watching=&quot;&quot; water=&quot;&quot; way--than=&quot;&quot; way=&quot;&quot; ways=&quot;&quot; we=&quot;&quot; wedding=&quot;&quot; wednesday=&quot;&quot; week=&quot;&quot; weekend--got=&quot;&quot; weekend=&quot;&quot; weeknight=&quot;&quot; weeks=&quot;&quot; wegner=&quot;&quot; weight.=&quot;&quot; welcomed=&quot;&quot; well-deserved=&quot;&quot; well-laid=&quot;&quot; well...=&quot;&quot; well.=&quot;&quot; well=&quot;&quot; went=&quot;&quot; were=&quot;&quot; weren=&quot;&quot; west...=&quot;&quot; western=&quot;&quot; wevecomefullcircle=&quot;&quot; what=&quot;&quot; when=&quot;&quot; where=&quot;&quot; which=&quot;&quot; while=&quot;&quot; white=&quot;&quot; whitesnake=&quot;&quot; who=&quot;&quot; whole=&quot;&quot; why=&quot;&quot; will=&quot;&quot; willing=&quot;&quot; wind=&quot;&quot; winding=&quot;&quot; wisdom=&quot;&quot; wish=&quot;&quot; with=&quot;&quot; within=&quot;&quot; without=&quot;&quot; witness=&quot;&quot; witnessed=&quot;&quot; woah.=&quot;&quot; woke=&quot;&quot; wolf=&quot;&quot; wolves.=&quot;&quot; wolves=&quot;&quot; woman=&quot;&quot; women=&quot;&quot; wonder=&quot;&quot; wonderful=&quot;&quot; word=&quot;&quot; words=&quot;&quot; wordsmatter=&quot;&quot; work.=&quot;&quot; work=&quot;&quot; working=&quot;&quot; world=&quot;&quot; worried=&quot;&quot; worry.=&quot;&quot; worse=&quot;&quot; worst=&quot;&quot; would=&quot;&quot; wrestling=&quot;&quot; writing=&quot;&quot; wrong.=&quot;&quot; wrote=&quot;&quot; wyvill=&quot;&quot; x=&quot;&quot; yeah.=&quot;&quot; yeah=&quot;&quot; year=&quot;&quot; years...=&quot;&quot; years=&quot;&quot; yes=&quot;&quot; yet=&quot;&quot; yikes=&quot;&quot; you--=&quot;&quot; you--your=&quot;&quot; you.=&quot;&quot; you=&quot;&quot; young=&quot;&quot; your=&quot;&quot; yourself=&quot;&quot; zone=&quot;&quot; zoo=&quot;&quot;&gt;Thursday, July 14, 2016 at 9:06pm CDT
Today I committed the first of what I can only assume will be many teen-parent faux pas when I inadvertently sent a picture of Julia with a Pokemon on her head to a group of her friends. Lucky for me, I&#39;ve amassed a good deal of experience in framing things. What was once a mistake is now a highly complex, well-thought out lesson on the dangers of irresponsible use of social media. Plus, I caught the stupid Pokemon.&lt;/3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;3 listened=&quot;&quot; listening=&quot;&quot; literature=&quot;&quot; little=&quot;&quot; live=&quot;&quot; lives.=&quot;&quot; lives=&quot;&quot; ll=&quot;&quot; location=&quot;&quot; lofty=&quot;&quot; lone=&quot;&quot; long=&quot;&quot; longed=&quot;&quot; longer=&quot;&quot; look=&quot;&quot; looked=&quot;&quot; looking=&quot;&quot; looks=&quot;&quot; lot=&quot;&quot; loud=&quot;&quot; love=&quot;&quot; loves=&quot;&quot; loving=&quot;&quot; lt=&quot;&quot; lucas=&quot;&quot; luck...most=&quot;&quot; lucky=&quot;&quot; lunch.=&quot;&quot; lunch=&quot;&quot; luther=&quot;&quot; m=&quot;&quot; made=&quot;&quot; maisano=&quot;&quot; majestic=&quot;&quot; make=&quot;&quot; making=&quot;&quot; mama=&quot;&quot; man--i=&quot;&quot; man=&quot;&quot; manage=&quot;&quot; many=&quot;&quot; marked=&quot;&quot; markers=&quot;&quot; maroon=&quot;&quot; marriott=&quot;&quot; martha=&quot;&quot; martin=&quot;&quot; mary=&quot;&quot; mass.=&quot;&quot; mass=&quot;&quot; master=&quot;&quot; math=&quot;&quot; matson=&quot;&quot; matter=&quot;&quot; max=&quot;&quot; maybe=&quot;&quot; mcbride=&quot;&quot; mccabe=&quot;&quot; me:=&quot;&quot; me=&quot;&quot; meal=&quot;&quot; mean=&quot;&quot; meaning.=&quot;&quot; means=&quot;&quot; media=&quot;&quot; memorable=&quot;&quot; memories=&quot;&quot; memory.=&quot;&quot; mendment=&quot;&quot; merciless=&quot;&quot; message=&quot;&quot; metallica=&quot;&quot; michelle=&quot;&quot; middle=&quot;&quot; midnight=&quot;&quot; midst=&quot;&quot; might=&quot;&quot; mike=&quot;&quot; mind=&quot;&quot; minds=&quot;&quot; mine...=&quot;&quot; mine=&quot;&quot; minecraft=&quot;&quot; mini=&quot;&quot; minneapolis=&quot;&quot; minutes=&quot;&quot; mis-handled=&quot;&quot; miss=&quot;&quot; mockingjay=&quot;&quot; model=&quot;&quot; mom.=&quot;&quot; mom=&quot;&quot; moment.=&quot;&quot; moment=&quot;&quot; moments=&quot;&quot; monday=&quot;&quot; monica=&quot;&quot; monster=&quot;&quot; month=&quot;&quot; months=&quot;&quot; moon=&quot;&quot; more.=&quot;&quot; more:=&quot;&quot; more=&quot;&quot; morgan=&quot;&quot; moriarty=&quot;&quot; morning=&quot;&quot; most=&quot;&quot; mother-daughter=&quot;&quot; motivated=&quot;&quot; motorcycle=&quot;&quot; motorcyclists=&quot;&quot; mountain=&quot;&quot; mouth=&quot;&quot; move=&quot;&quot; movie...=&quot;&quot; movie=&quot;&quot; moving=&quot;&quot; mt=&quot;&quot; much=&quot;&quot; multiple=&quot;&quot; museum=&quot;&quot; music.=&quot;&quot; muttering=&quot;&quot; my=&quot;&quot; myself=&quot;&quot; mystery=&quot;&quot; n=&quot;&quot; naive=&quot;&quot; name=&quot;&quot; narratives=&quot;&quot; nation--people=&quot;&quot; nation.=&quot;&quot; nation=&quot;&quot; national=&quot;&quot; nationwide.=&quot;&quot; nature=&quot;&quot; nbc=&quot;&quot; nca=&quot;&quot; near=&quot;&quot; nearly=&quot;&quot; nebraska-lincoln=&quot;&quot; nebraska.=&quot;&quot; need--this=&quot;&quot; need=&quot;&quot; needed=&quot;&quot; needles=&quot;&quot; needless=&quot;&quot; needs=&quot;&quot; negative=&quot;&quot; neigh=&quot;&quot; neither=&quot;&quot; nervous=&quot;&quot; never=&quot;&quot; new=&quot;&quot; newly=&quot;&quot; newman=&quot;&quot; news=&quot;&quot; next=&quot;&quot; nice=&quot;&quot; nieces=&quot;&quot; night.=&quot;&quot; night=&quot;&quot; nightly=&quot;&quot; nights=&quot;&quot; no=&quot;&quot; nominated=&quot;&quot; none=&quot;&quot; nope.=&quot;&quot; nor=&quot;&quot; not.=&quot;&quot; not=&quot;&quot; note=&quot;&quot; notes.=&quot;&quot; nothing.=&quot;&quot; november=&quot;&quot; now--we=&quot;&quot; now.=&quot;&quot; now=&quot;&quot; nowhere=&quot;&quot; nudge=&quot;&quot; o-line--but=&quot;&quot; obama.=&quot;&quot; obligations=&quot;&quot; observation.=&quot;&quot; occurring=&quot;&quot; october=&quot;&quot; oday=&quot;&quot; odd=&quot;&quot; oddly=&quot;&quot; of.=&quot;&quot; of=&quot;&quot; off=&quot;&quot; offer=&quot;&quot; often=&quot;&quot; old.=&quot;&quot; old=&quot;&quot; om.=&quot;&quot; om=&quot;&quot; ometimes=&quot;&quot; on.=&quot;&quot; on=&quot;&quot; one-on-one=&quot;&quot; one=&quot;&quot; only=&quot;&quot; onto=&quot;&quot; open=&quot;&quot; openly=&quot;&quot; opportunity=&quot;&quot; opposing=&quot;&quot; opposition=&quot;&quot; oppression.=&quot;&quot; or=&quot;&quot; orchestra=&quot;&quot; orders=&quot;&quot; orientation=&quot;&quot; original=&quot;&quot; osclg.=&quot;&quot; other.=&quot;&quot; other=&quot;&quot; othering=&quot;&quot; others.=&quot;&quot; others=&quot;&quot; our=&quot;&quot; ours=&quot;&quot; out.=&quot;&quot; out=&quot;&quot; outcome=&quot;&quot; over-collaboration.=&quot;&quot; over=&quot;&quot; overcome=&quot;&quot; overhear=&quot;&quot; overlooked=&quot;&quot; overtakes=&quot;&quot; overtly=&quot;&quot; overwhelm=&quot;&quot; own=&quot;&quot; ownership.=&quot;&quot; packet=&quot;&quot; pads=&quot;&quot; pain=&quot;&quot; painful=&quot;&quot; palmer-wackerly=&quot;&quot; palpable=&quot;&quot; pandora=&quot;&quot; panning.=&quot;&quot; panning=&quot;&quot; papa...=&quot;&quot; paradise.=&quot;&quot; parent.=&quot;&quot; parenting=&quot;&quot; parentingredemption=&quot;&quot; parents=&quot;&quot; park--this=&quot;&quot; park.=&quot;&quot; park=&quot;&quot; parker---7=&quot;&quot; part=&quot;&quot; participate=&quot;&quot; particular=&quot;&quot; particularly=&quot;&quot; partner=&quot;&quot; partners=&quot;&quot; party.=&quot;&quot; passing=&quot;&quot; passion.=&quot;&quot; passion=&quot;&quot; passionate=&quot;&quot; passionately=&quot;&quot; past=&quot;&quot; path=&quot;&quot; patience=&quot;&quot; patti=&quot;&quot; patty=&quot;&quot; peaceful=&quot;&quot; pens=&quot;&quot; people--and=&quot;&quot; people=&quot;&quot; perfect=&quot;&quot; perfectly.=&quot;&quot; performance...=&quot;&quot; perhaps=&quot;&quot; person--someone=&quot;&quot; person=&quot;&quot; personal=&quot;&quot; perspective=&quot;&quot; perspectives=&quot;&quot; pet.=&quot;&quot; pet=&quot;&quot; peters=&quot;&quot; pets=&quot;&quot; philadelphia--great=&quot;&quot; philadelphia=&quot;&quot; philly=&quot;&quot; photo.=&quot;&quot; photo=&quot;&quot; photos.=&quot;&quot; photos=&quot;&quot; physical=&quot;&quot; physicist=&quot;&quot; picked=&quot;&quot; picture.=&quot;&quot; picture=&quot;&quot; pictures=&quot;&quot; pink=&quot;&quot; pius=&quot;&quot; place=&quot;&quot; plachy=&quot;&quot; plagiarism=&quot;&quot; plan.=&quot;&quot; plan=&quot;&quot; planned=&quot;&quot; plans.=&quot;&quot; play=&quot;&quot; playground=&quot;&quot; playing=&quot;&quot; plays=&quot;&quot; please-no=&quot;&quot; please=&quot;&quot; pleasure=&quot;&quot; ploy=&quot;&quot; pm=&quot;&quot; pocket=&quot;&quot; poignant=&quot;&quot; point=&quot;&quot; pointing=&quot;&quot; political=&quot;&quot; politics.=&quot;&quot; pool=&quot;&quot; poor=&quot;&quot; pop=&quot;&quot; positions=&quot;&quot; positive=&quot;&quot; post.=&quot;&quot; post=&quot;&quot; posting=&quot;&quot; potential=&quot;&quot; power=&quot;&quot; powerful=&quot;&quot; practice.=&quot;&quot; practice=&quot;&quot; prairie=&quot;&quot; preferences=&quot;&quot; prejudice=&quot;&quot; prejudicial=&quot;&quot; prep.=&quot;&quot; preparing=&quot;&quot; presence=&quot;&quot; presentation=&quot;&quot; presentations=&quot;&quot; presidency=&quot;&quot; president.=&quot;&quot; president=&quot;&quot; presidents.=&quot;&quot; pressure=&quot;&quot; pretty=&quot;&quot; pretzels=&quot;&quot; primarily=&quot;&quot; privacy=&quot;&quot; privilege=&quot;&quot; privy=&quot;&quot; problem.=&quot;&quot; problem=&quot;&quot; problems=&quot;&quot; proceeds=&quot;&quot; process.=&quot;&quot; processes=&quot;&quot; productive=&quot;&quot; productively=&quot;&quot; profile=&quot;&quot; program=&quot;&quot; programming.=&quot;&quot; project=&quot;&quot; protect=&quot;&quot; protest.=&quot;&quot; protractor.=&quot;&quot; providers.=&quot;&quot; pub.=&quot;&quot; public=&quot;&quot; pull=&quot;&quot; pulled=&quot;&quot; punch=&quot;&quot; pursue=&quot;&quot; pushed=&quot;&quot; put=&quot;&quot; puts=&quot;&quot; python=&quot;&quot; quality=&quot;&quot; question=&quot;&quot; questions=&quot;&quot; quite=&quot;&quot; quote=&quot;&quot; racially=&quot;&quot; racism=&quot;&quot; racist.=&quot;&quot; racist=&quot;&quot; rademacher=&quot;&quot; raised=&quot;&quot; random=&quot;&quot; re-connecting=&quot;&quot; re-phrasing=&quot;&quot; re=&quot;&quot; read.=&quot;&quot; read=&quot;&quot; reader.=&quot;&quot; readily=&quot;&quot; reading=&quot;&quot; readings=&quot;&quot; ready=&quot;&quot; real=&quot;&quot; realize=&quot;&quot; realized=&quot;&quot; realizing=&quot;&quot; really=&quot;&quot; reason=&quot;&quot; reassuring.=&quot;&quot; receive=&quot;&quot; received=&quot;&quot; recent=&quot;&quot; recently=&quot;&quot; recipes.=&quot;&quot; recognize=&quot;&quot; recognizing=&quot;&quot; recovering=&quot;&quot; red=&quot;&quot; reeling=&quot;&quot; refers=&quot;&quot; reflect=&quot;&quot; reflects=&quot;&quot; regional=&quot;&quot; regular=&quot;&quot; rejecting=&quot;&quot; rejection=&quot;&quot; rejuvenates=&quot;&quot; relate=&quot;&quot; relationships=&quot;&quot; relishes=&quot;&quot; relying=&quot;&quot; remember=&quot;&quot; remembered=&quot;&quot; reminded=&quot;&quot; rep:=&quot;&quot; repeal=&quot;&quot; repeat=&quot;&quot; repeatedly=&quot;&quot; reported=&quot;&quot; represented=&quot;&quot; reptile=&quot;&quot; requiring=&quot;&quot; research=&quot;&quot; resentment.=&quot;&quot; reservation=&quot;&quot; resist=&quot;&quot; respect=&quot;&quot; respond=&quot;&quot; responds=&quot;&quot; response=&quot;&quot; responsibility=&quot;&quot; responsible=&quot;&quot; restaurant=&quot;&quot; retention=&quot;&quot; retorts=&quot;&quot; returned=&quot;&quot; reviewing=&quot;&quot; rhetoric=&quot;&quot; rice=&quot;&quot; rich--she=&quot;&quot; ridiculous=&quot;&quot; right=&quot;&quot; rights=&quot;&quot; rink=&quot;&quot; risen=&quot;&quot; rish=&quot;&quot; ristorante=&quot;&quot; rnc=&quot;&quot; road=&quot;&quot; robust=&quot;&quot; rock=&quot;&quot; rockin=&quot;&quot; rocky=&quot;&quot; rodent.=&quot;&quot; rodent=&quot;&quot; role=&quot;&quot; roles=&quot;&quot; rolls=&quot;&quot; room=&quot;&quot; rooted=&quot;&quot; rough=&quot;&quot; ruby=&quot;&quot; rule=&quot;&quot; rumors=&quot;&quot; run=&quot;&quot; running=&quot;&quot; rushmore=&quot;&quot; s=&quot;&quot; sack=&quot;&quot; sacrifice.=&quot;&quot; sacrificed=&quot;&quot; sacrificing=&quot;&quot; sad=&quot;&quot; safe.=&quot;&quot; safe=&quot;&quot; safety=&quot;&quot; said=&quot;&quot; same=&quot;&quot; sarcastically=&quot;&quot; sat=&quot;&quot; saturday=&quot;&quot; sauntering=&quot;&quot; saw=&quot;&quot; say=&quot;&quot; saying:=&quot;&quot; saying=&quot;&quot; says--=&quot;&quot; says=&quot;&quot; school.=&quot;&quot; school=&quot;&quot; scrambles=&quot;&quot; scratches=&quot;&quot; searching=&quot;&quot; season--and=&quot;&quot; season=&quot;&quot; second=&quot;&quot; seconds=&quot;&quot; section=&quot;&quot; see=&quot;&quot; seeing=&quot;&quot; seek=&quot;&quot; seem.=&quot;&quot; seems=&quot;&quot; seen=&quot;&quot; seething=&quot;&quot; selection...=&quot;&quot; selection=&quot;&quot; self-evident.=&quot;&quot; selfie.=&quot;&quot; semi-witnessed=&quot;&quot; send=&quot;&quot; sending=&quot;&quot; sense-making=&quot;&quot; sense=&quot;&quot; separate=&quot;&quot; september=&quot;&quot; seriously=&quot;&quot; served=&quot;&quot; services=&quot;&quot; serving=&quot;&quot; set--well=&quot;&quot; set=&quot;&quot; several=&quot;&quot; sexism=&quot;&quot; sexualizes=&quot;&quot; shannon=&quot;&quot; share=&quot;&quot; shared=&quot;&quot; sharing=&quot;&quot; shaving=&quot;&quot; she=&quot;&quot; sheep-=&quot;&quot; shift=&quot;&quot; shopper.=&quot;&quot; shopping=&quot;&quot; short=&quot;&quot; shot=&quot;&quot; should=&quot;&quot; showed=&quot;&quot; shows.=&quot;&quot; shy=&quot;&quot; siblings=&quot;&quot; sick=&quot;&quot; side.=&quot;&quot; sighs=&quot;&quot; significance=&quot;&quot; simultaneously=&quot;&quot; since=&quot;&quot; singing=&quot;&quot; single=&quot;&quot; sir=&quot;&quot; sister=&quot;&quot; sit=&quot;&quot; sitting=&quot;&quot; situation.=&quot;&quot; situation=&quot;&quot; skate=&quot;&quot; skating=&quot;&quot; skip.=&quot;&quot; smell=&quot;&quot; smelling=&quot;&quot; smile=&quot;&quot; snake.=&quot;&quot; snake=&quot;&quot; snuggling=&quot;&quot; so=&quot;&quot; social=&quot;&quot; societal=&quot;&quot; society=&quot;&quot; soft=&quot;&quot; softball=&quot;&quot; solution=&quot;&quot; solves=&quot;&quot; some=&quot;&quot; somehow=&quot;&quot; someone=&quot;&quot; something=&quot;&quot; sometime=&quot;&quot; sometimes=&quot;&quot; somewhere=&quot;&quot; son.=&quot;&quot; son=&quot;&quot; songs--and=&quot;&quot; songs=&quot;&quot; sort=&quot;&quot; sorts=&quot;&quot; soul.=&quot;&quot; soul=&quot;&quot; souls=&quot;&quot; sounds=&quot;&quot; sourcecredibilityinthedigitalage=&quot;&quot; south=&quot;&quot; sox=&quot;&quot; spare=&quot;&quot; special=&quot;&quot; speech=&quot;&quot; spending=&quot;&quot; spike=&quot;&quot; spin=&quot;&quot; spirit=&quot;&quot; spoiling=&quot;&quot; spoken.=&quot;&quot; spouts=&quot;&quot; spreadsheets=&quot;&quot; squeeze=&quot;&quot; st=&quot;&quot; stacie=&quot;&quot; stage=&quot;&quot; stand=&quot;&quot; standing=&quot;&quot; star=&quot;&quot; stare=&quot;&quot; start.=&quot;&quot; start=&quot;&quot; started=&quot;&quot; state=&quot;&quot; states=&quot;&quot; status=&quot;&quot; steal=&quot;&quot; step=&quot;&quot; steps--thanks=&quot;&quot; steps=&quot;&quot; steve=&quot;&quot; stevenaitchison=&quot;&quot; stigmatization=&quot;&quot; still=&quot;&quot; stilll=&quot;&quot; stink.=&quot;&quot; stinkers.=&quot;&quot; stomach=&quot;&quot; stop=&quot;&quot; stopped=&quot;&quot; stops=&quot;&quot; stored=&quot;&quot; stories=&quot;&quot; story=&quot;&quot; streak...=&quot;&quot; stream=&quot;&quot; stress=&quot;&quot; stressful=&quot;&quot; strike=&quot;&quot; strikes=&quot;&quot; strive=&quot;&quot; strongly=&quot;&quot; struggle.=&quot;&quot; student=&quot;&quot; students.=&quot;&quot; students=&quot;&quot; studies=&quot;&quot; study.=&quot;&quot; study=&quot;&quot; stuff=&quot;&quot; stunned=&quot;&quot; stupid=&quot;&quot; sturgis...or=&quot;&quot; substance=&quot;&quot; such=&quot;&quot; sudden=&quot;&quot; suffer=&quot;&quot; suffice=&quot;&quot; suggested=&quot;&quot; summer--2=&quot;&quot; summer...=&quot;&quot; summer.=&quot;&quot; summer=&quot;&quot; sums=&quot;&quot; sunday=&quot;&quot; sundays=&quot;&quot; super=&quot;&quot; support--and=&quot;&quot; support=&quot;&quot; supported=&quot;&quot; supporters=&quot;&quot; supportive=&quot;&quot; sure=&quot;&quot; surface.=&quot;&quot; surface=&quot;&quot; surreal=&quot;&quot; swans=&quot;&quot; swear=&quot;&quot; sweat=&quot;&quot; sweaty=&quot;&quot; sweeter=&quot;&quot; swimming=&quot;&quot; syllabus=&quot;&quot; symphony=&quot;&quot; system=&quot;&quot; t=&quot;&quot; table=&quot;&quot; tackle=&quot;&quot; tag-team=&quot;&quot; tailgate=&quot;&quot; take=&quot;&quot; taken=&quot;&quot; taking=&quot;&quot; talent=&quot;&quot; talk=&quot;&quot; talking=&quot;&quot; talks.=&quot;&quot; tame=&quot;&quot; teaching=&quot;&quot; team.=&quot;&quot; team=&quot;&quot; tear=&quot;&quot; tears...=&quot;&quot; tears.=&quot;&quot; technology=&quot;&quot; teen=&quot;&quot; teenager=&quot;&quot; tell.=&quot;&quot; tell=&quot;&quot; tense=&quot;&quot; tension=&quot;&quot; tensions=&quot;&quot; terms=&quot;&quot; terrifying.=&quot;&quot; text.=&quot;&quot; text=&quot;&quot; than=&quot;&quot; thank=&quot;&quot; thankful=&quot;&quot; thankfully=&quot;&quot; thanks=&quot;&quot; that.=&quot;&quot; that=&quot;&quot; the=&quot;&quot; their=&quot;&quot; them=&quot;&quot; then=&quot;&quot; there=&quot;&quot; these=&quot;&quot; they=&quot;&quot; thin=&quot;&quot; thing=&quot;&quot; things.=&quot;&quot; things=&quot;&quot; think=&quot;&quot; thinking=&quot;&quot; third=&quot;&quot; this.=&quot;&quot; this=&quot;&quot; thoroughly=&quot;&quot; those.=&quot;&quot; those=&quot;&quot; though=&quot;&quot; thought=&quot;&quot; thousand=&quot;&quot; through=&quot;&quot; throughout=&quot;&quot; throw=&quot;&quot; thrown=&quot;&quot; thunder=&quot;&quot; thursday=&quot;&quot; ties=&quot;&quot; timber=&quot;&quot; time...=&quot;&quot; time.=&quot;&quot; time=&quot;&quot; timeline.=&quot;&quot; times=&quot;&quot; tiniest=&quot;&quot; tired=&quot;&quot; tirelessly=&quot;&quot; to=&quot;&quot; today--still=&quot;&quot; today....we=&quot;&quot; today.=&quot;&quot; today=&quot;&quot; together---can=&quot;&quot; together--and=&quot;&quot; together--disagreeing=&quot;&quot; together.=&quot;&quot; together=&quot;&quot; told=&quot;&quot; tom=&quot;&quot; tomorrow=&quot;&quot; toni=&quot;&quot; tonight.=&quot;&quot; tonight=&quot;&quot; too.=&quot;&quot; too=&quot;&quot; took=&quot;&quot; tootsie=&quot;&quot; tore=&quot;&quot; totally=&quot;&quot; touches=&quot;&quot; tough=&quot;&quot; tour=&quot;&quot; toward=&quot;&quot; tracks=&quot;&quot; tradition.=&quot;&quot; tram=&quot;&quot; transfer=&quot;&quot; transform=&quot;&quot; transition=&quot;&quot; treating=&quot;&quot; tree=&quot;&quot; trending=&quot;&quot; trials=&quot;&quot; tribulations.=&quot;&quot; tribute=&quot;&quot; trick=&quot;&quot; tried=&quot;&quot; trinity=&quot;&quot; trip.=&quot;&quot; trip=&quot;&quot; triumph=&quot;&quot; trouble.=&quot;&quot; troubling=&quot;&quot; true=&quot;&quot; truly=&quot;&quot; trump=&quot;&quot; truths=&quot;&quot; try=&quot;&quot; trying=&quot;&quot; tuck=&quot;&quot; tuesday=&quot;&quot; turn=&quot;&quot; turned=&quot;&quot; turning=&quot;&quot; turns=&quot;&quot; twice=&quot;&quot; twisted=&quot;&quot; twitter.=&quot;&quot; two=&quot;&quot; ty=&quot;&quot; tyler.=&quot;&quot; tyler=&quot;&quot; typing=&quot;&quot; uh.=&quot;&quot; ultimate=&quot;&quot; uncritically=&quot;&quot; undefeated=&quot;&quot; under-appreciated.=&quot;&quot; under-estimate=&quot;&quot; unfair=&quot;&quot; unfold=&quot;&quot; unfolded=&quot;&quot; unfortunately=&quot;&quot; unhealthy=&quot;&quot; unique=&quot;&quot; united=&quot;&quot; universities.=&quot;&quot; university=&quot;&quot; unl.edu=&quot;&quot; unl=&quot;&quot; until=&quot;&quot; unwelcome=&quot;&quot; up.=&quot;&quot; up=&quot;&quot; updated=&quot;&quot; upon=&quot;&quot; upright=&quot;&quot; ups=&quot;&quot; upworthy=&quot;&quot; us....=&quot;&quot; us...=&quot;&quot; us.=&quot;&quot; us=&quot;&quot; using=&quot;&quot; usually=&quot;&quot; v=&quot;&quot; valid=&quot;&quot; valuable=&quot;&quot; value=&quot;&quot; valuing=&quot;&quot; van=&quot;&quot; vary=&quot;&quot; ve=&quot;&quot; very=&quot;&quot; veterans=&quot;&quot; vg=&quot;&quot; vice=&quot;&quot; video.=&quot;&quot; video=&quot;&quot; videos=&quot;&quot; views=&quot;&quot; vilifying=&quot;&quot; vincenzo=&quot;&quot; violence.=&quot;&quot; violence=&quot;&quot; virginia=&quot;&quot; visceral=&quot;&quot; visible=&quot;&quot; visiting=&quot;&quot; voice=&quot;&quot; volunteer=&quot;&quot; voorhees=&quot;&quot; vote.=&quot;&quot; vote=&quot;&quot; vox.=&quot;&quot; wackernagel=&quot;&quot; wait=&quot;&quot; waiting=&quot;&quot; walk=&quot;&quot; walked=&quot;&quot; want=&quot;&quot; wanted=&quot;&quot; warner=&quot;&quot; was=&quot;&quot; wasn=&quot;&quot; watch=&quot;&quot; watched=&quot;&quot; watching=&quot;&quot; water=&quot;&quot; way--than=&quot;&quot; way=&quot;&quot; ways=&quot;&quot; we=&quot;&quot; wedding=&quot;&quot; wednesday=&quot;&quot; week=&quot;&quot; weekend--got=&quot;&quot; weekend=&quot;&quot; weeknight=&quot;&quot; weeks=&quot;&quot; wegner=&quot;&quot; weight.=&quot;&quot; welcomed=&quot;&quot; well-deserved=&quot;&quot; well-laid=&quot;&quot; well...=&quot;&quot; well.=&quot;&quot; well=&quot;&quot; went=&quot;&quot; were=&quot;&quot; weren=&quot;&quot; west...=&quot;&quot; western=&quot;&quot; wevecomefullcircle=&quot;&quot; what=&quot;&quot; when=&quot;&quot; where=&quot;&quot; which=&quot;&quot; while=&quot;&quot; white=&quot;&quot; whitesnake=&quot;&quot; who=&quot;&quot; whole=&quot;&quot; why=&quot;&quot; will=&quot;&quot; willing=&quot;&quot; wind=&quot;&quot; winding=&quot;&quot; wisdom=&quot;&quot; wish=&quot;&quot; with=&quot;&quot; within=&quot;&quot; without=&quot;&quot; witness=&quot;&quot; witnessed=&quot;&quot; woah.=&quot;&quot; woke=&quot;&quot; wolf=&quot;&quot; wolves.=&quot;&quot; wolves=&quot;&quot; woman=&quot;&quot; women=&quot;&quot; wonder=&quot;&quot; wonderful=&quot;&quot; word=&quot;&quot; words=&quot;&quot; wordsmatter=&quot;&quot; work.=&quot;&quot; work=&quot;&quot; working=&quot;&quot; world=&quot;&quot; worried=&quot;&quot; worry.=&quot;&quot; worse=&quot;&quot; worst=&quot;&quot; would=&quot;&quot; wrestling=&quot;&quot; writing=&quot;&quot; wrong.=&quot;&quot; wrote=&quot;&quot; wyvill=&quot;&quot; x=&quot;&quot; yeah.=&quot;&quot; yeah=&quot;&quot; year=&quot;&quot; years...=&quot;&quot; years=&quot;&quot; yes=&quot;&quot; yet=&quot;&quot; yikes=&quot;&quot; you--=&quot;&quot; you--your=&quot;&quot; you.=&quot;&quot; you=&quot;&quot; young=&quot;&quot; your=&quot;&quot; yourself=&quot;&quot; zone=&quot;&quot; zoo=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Thursday, July 14, 2016 at 5:46pm CDT
Listening to C.S. Lewis&#39; The Abolition of Man. I often forget how much I love audiobooks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Happy birthday to the best son a mom could ask for! Life is never boring with you! Hope you have a wonderful day Ty! &lt;/div&gt;
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Monday, July 11, 2016 at 9:47am CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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The
 second half of the summer can only mean one thing--Doctorpalooza 2016! 
This year&#39;s event promises to be exciting as ever--with a line up that 
will be *especially* thorough--including the always exciting 
colonoscopy. Should be a banner year.&lt;/div&gt;
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Wednesday, July 6, 2016 at 5:23pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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Me
 to Tyler &quot;Put that sunscreen on or I will embarrass the living crap out
 of you!&quot; And that right there is a sure indication that we have entered
 the Dog Days of summer.&lt;/div&gt;
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Tuesday, July 5, 2016 at 9:11pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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I
 tried to do a cartwheel today.  It ended about as you would expect it 
to end--me in a crumpled mess on the floor. Just to be sure, and because
 I am apparently a glutton for punishment, I tried again. Same mess. 
Same floor. I&#39;m afraid that memories of my cartwheeling days will have 
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Tuesday, June 21, 2016 at 10:38am CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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One
 of the things I love most about parenting are the fascinating 
conversations I get to have with my kids as they grow. Just in the past 
week, I had an intriguing conversation with each of them. Julia and I 
had an in depth discussion about human dignity and how difficult it is 
for people to respect it despite its simplicity as a human right. Tyler 
and I had an in depth conversation about politics. It was so interesting
 to hear his perspective, listen to the kinds of questions he was 
asking, watch him carefully consider what I was saying. Ava and I had a 
chance to talk about diversity and why so many people shy away from 
others who are different from them rather than trying to learn and grow 
from our differences. What a joy it is to be Mom to these amazing kids!!&lt;/div&gt;
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Thursday, June 16, 2016 at 9:38am CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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Got
 to bed last night after a late night at the ballpark watching Ty play 
baseball. Got up this morning and dropped him off at basketball camp and
 then stopped by and picked up 40 medium sized crickets that I covered 
in calcium powder to feed Daniel, his gecko and Bob his frog. Got some 
tips on how to help his gecko shed his skin and set things up to finish 
that. Ahhh...boys.&lt;/div&gt;
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Wednesday, June 15, 2016 at 8:21am CDT&lt;/div&gt;
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Last
 night at Ava&#39;s softball game I sat in the stands and watched as, out of
 nowhere, a coach from the opposing team attempted to pick a fist fight 
and nearly hit one of the coaches for Ava&#39;s team. It was so bad that 
Jason had to physically step in between the two, putting himself in 
danger, to prevent it from escalating to violence. This was completely 
unprovoked, coming after one of our coaches asked the umpire for the 
count on our batter. These 9 year old girls not only had to witness a 
terrible incident in which their coaches/dads were threatened with 
physical violence, they had to listen to this coach swear and belittle 
the coaches from the dugout throughout the game. Jason has been a 
volunteer coach for years, our kids have played ball in several 
different leagues and we&#39;ve never witnessed anything so awful.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;meta&quot;&gt;
Saturday, June 11, 2016 at 7:03pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;comment&quot;&gt;
So,
 apparently, my children have yet to fully grasp Newton&#39;s 3rd Law of 
Motion: Every action has an equal and opposite reaction as evidenced by 
the full on BBQ sauce shower I received this evening at dinner courtesy 
of Tyler. While vigorously shaking the bottle during a rather in depth 
conversation we were having, he realized, far too late mind you, that 
the cap was not properly secured. I however, realized this almost 
immediately, as mid-sentence, I was covered from head to foot with 
smokey flavored goodness. 2 showers later, I still smell like liquid 
smoke.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;meta&quot;&gt;
Friday, May 27, 2016 at 4:38pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;comment&quot;&gt;
First
 48 hours of summer finds us swimming, playing baseball, practicing 
golf, riding bikes, and playing frisbee at the park despite a slight 
weather setback consisting of severe storms/flash flooding. We&#39;re off 
and running!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;comment&quot;&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;comment&quot;&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;meta&quot;&gt;
Tuesday, April 19, 2016 at 9:32am CDT&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;comment&quot;&gt;
Ava:
 &quot;Mom, I think I&#39;m going to hire 2 body guards tomorrow&quot;.

Me: &quot;Why on earth would you need 2 body guards?&quot;

Ava: &quot;I don&#39;t NEED them. The boys at school need something to do other 
than bother me, so I&#39;m gonna hire them to guard me. It will keep them so
 busy they won&#39;t have time to bother me&quot;

She&#39;s a wise one, that girl.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;comment&quot;&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;comment&quot;&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;meta&quot;&gt;
Saturday, April 2, 2016 at 7:23pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;comment&quot;&gt;
After
 confirming her hunch that the Easter Bunny isn&#39;t real, thus crushing my
 youngest daughter&#39;s belief in all things magical, I have provided Ava 
with evidence that unicorns are, in fact, real. I went from zero to hero
 in a matter of milliseconds.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;meta&quot;&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;meta&quot;&gt;
Friday, April 1, 2016 at 6:50pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;comment&quot;&gt;
With
 summer activity planning in full swing, I stepped back for just a few 
moments today and surveyed how our summer is shaping up. I&#39;ve got 1    
in baseball, 1    in softball, 2   in 2     different basketball camps, 1
 in a 3 on 3 basketball league,   1 in football camp, 2 in golf league, 3
 in golf clinic,           1 in Precious Pre-Teen Leadership camp, 1 in 
Zoo Crew,   1 in Vet camp, 1 in Test Tube Science camp.      I&#39;m almost 
certain I&#39;ve forgotten something in my preliminary assessment, and I&#39;m 
honestly afraid to think about it much more without a glass of wine in 
hand. 
      T                                                              he 
first kid that exclaims &quot;I&#39;m bored&quot; this summer has cat litter duty for 
the entire month of June.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;meta&quot;&gt;
Tuesday, March 22, 2016 at 6:34pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;comment&quot;&gt;
I
 had a world-altering experience today while shopping for produce. 
            As I was reaching for my obligatory bag of Halos, Ava looks 
up at me quizzically and asks &quot;Mom? Is the Easter Bunny real?&quot;  Holding 
onto my Halos just a little    too tight and forcing a plastic smile  , I
 panicked inside myself.                  I was not prepared for 
this.          I knew it was coming, I&#39;ve known since Christmas that we 
weren&#39;t far away from this conversation.   But here I was smack in the 
middle of the produce aisle ready to kiss one whole phase of our lives 
goodbye. And I wasn&#39;t ready to do it. I looked at her carefully and, 
quickly weighing my options, I    realized with a heavy heart that our 
time had come. This was her second time asking and it is about the same 
age both Julia and Tyler found out. Sadly, I confirmed her suspicion. I 
watched as everything clicked into place in her mind and prepared for  
the other questio                ns that would inevitably follow. So, I 
have spent this evening dismantling a carefully crafted narrative of 
holiday magic, wonder, and love      as it is personified in Santa and 
the Easter Bunny                          and started the process of 
attempting to craft a new  narrative defined by the holiday   magic, 
wonder, and love that we create for each other o      n Christmas and 
Easter.         It&#39;s a little surreal--and a lot sad. But mostly, I&#39;m 
excited to see how our family evolves in our holiday traditions.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;comment&quot;&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;meta&quot;&gt;
Monday, March 21, 2016 at 5:22pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;comment&quot;&gt;
2
 kids down with strep, one kid whose &quot;throat feels funny&quot;. Lest you 
think Spring Break is all pedicures, cocktails, beaches, and massages, 
         think of me as I provide an endless supply of popsicles, 
gatorade, ibuprofin and antibiotics to my sick clan                . 
Think of me as I fortify                   myself, my one remaining 
healthy child and my husband             with orange juice and umpteen 
thousand vitamins. Think of me as I work endlessly                      
 to create and sustain       a Lysol shiel     d                 in my 
home. Think of me as I duck between sick beds and my computer as I try 
to figure out the best, most educational way to bring my semester to a 
close for my students. Think of me as I attempt to finish off several 
papers in an attempt to m                                       eet the 
looming NCA deadline.

 Or, if you prefer, give me a call and invite me out for glass of wine. 
                                          That works too :-)&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;comment&quot;&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;meta&quot;&gt;
Sunday, March 20, 2016 at 10:19pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;comment&quot;&gt;
It&#39;s
 a pretty amazing thing to    realize that on four separate occasions 
today    I drew from communication research to inform my approach to 
parenting. Today I                                                    
talked to my kids about:   

 (1) identity messages and the power each of them       has  to accept 
or challenge others&#39; assertion about              who they 
are                         
        (2) I had occasion to highlight the      responsibility they 
bear to create space for difference in their talk 
(3) I had a frank conversation about drug use/abuse, and      directly 
informed by research in our discipline, I articulated clearly our 
expectations of them in relation to that
(4) I had an in depth conversation about body image issues            
and the role that media plays in shaping ours and others expectations 
                  

 It&#39;s nice to know the discipline I&#39;ve dedicated my 
                  professional life                             to can 
inform my personal life in such important and productive ways!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;comment&quot;&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;meta&quot;&gt;
Saturday, March 19, 2016 at 11:36am CDT&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;comment&quot;&gt;
Spending
 this cozy day home with the family watching basketball  (except for 
Julia, who is off doing what she loves working with animals on   her 
first day of Zoo Crew for the season),                  making 
lasagna--my dear late cousin Amy&#39;s recipe--with homemade sauce that 
simmers all day and fills the house with a heavenly aroma. 
                                           Moments like these highlight 
the warmth and love of family. Happy Saturday, 
Everyone!                   &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;meta&quot;&gt;
Saturday, February 27, 2016 at 9:11pm CST&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;comment&quot;&gt;
Driving
 home from Ty&#39;s b-ball game, I was talking to him and one of his 
teammates about the value of free throws. As I challenged the logic of 
their premise and asked them to articulate a better argument, Julia 
pipes up from the backseat--&quot;ssshhhhh everyone! It&#39;s time for &quot;Smart 
  Moments...with Mom&quot;. I&#39;ll show you smart moments...&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;comment&quot;&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;meta&quot;&gt;
Saturday, February 27, 2016 at 4:56pm CST&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;comment&quot;&gt;
Ava has asked me to read her To Kill A Mockingbird. My heart is soaring!!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;comment&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;meta&quot;&gt;
Tuesday, January 26, 2016 at 5:19pm CST&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;comment&quot;&gt;
As
 the Schwann&#39;s guy rings the doorbell, Jason says with determination 
that he&#39;s going to tell him that we&#39;re done buying from him. We open the
 door, and he greets us with an explanation of his recent, unexpected 
open heart surgery. As Jason is ordering pizzas, ice cream, and a load 
of other things we weren&#39;t going to purchase, he tells us that the 
surgeons used a cow valve in his surgery. As we wrapped up our 
interaction, Tyler looks up and says-- &quot;Did I hear that right? Did he 
get attacked by a cow?&quot;. Strange evening.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;comment&quot;&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;comment&quot;&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;meta&quot;&gt;
Sunday, January 10, 2016 at 8:57am CST&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;comment&quot;&gt;
Julia,
 clearly perplexed, came to me last night and told me that her cell 
phone was making a strange beeping noise when she tried to call one of 
her friends. Distracted, I told her to use the home phone. A couple 
minutes later she comes to me, now visibly frustrated, saying that our 
home phone was making the same noise. I took the phone from her and held
 it to my ear. Busy Signal. #growingupdigital #generationgap&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;meta&quot;&gt;
Wednesday, July 6, 2016 at 5:23pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;comment&quot;&gt;
Me
 to Tyler &quot;Put that sunscreen on or I will embarrass the living crap out
 of you!&quot; And that right there is a sure indication that we have entered
 the Dog Days of summer.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;comment&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;meta&quot;&gt;
Saturday, June 11, 2016 at 7:03pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;comment&quot;&gt;
So,
 apparently, my children have yet to fully grasp Newton&#39;s 3rd Law of 
Motion: Every action has an equal and opposite reaction as evidenced by 
the full on BBQ sauce shower I received this evening at dinner courtesy 
of Tyler. While vigorously shaking the bottle during a rather in depth 
conversation we were having, he realized, far too late mind you, that 
the cap was not properly secured. I however, realized this almost 
immediately, as mid-sentence, I was covered from head to foot with 
smokey flavored goodness. 2 showers later, I still smell like liquid 
smoke.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;meta&quot;&gt;
Tuesday, July 5, 2016 at 9:11pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
I
 tried to do a cartwheel today.  It ended about as you would expect it 
to end--me in a crumpled mess on the floor. Just to be sure, and because
 I am apparently a glutton for punishment, I tried again. Same mess. 
Same floor. I&#39;m afraid that memories of my cartwheeling days will have 
to suffice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;meta&quot;&gt;
Tuesday, June 21, 2016 at 10:38am CDT&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;comment&quot;&gt;
One
 of the things I love most about parenting are the fascinating 
conversations I get to have with my kids as they grow. Just in the past 
week, I had an intriguing conversation with each of them. Julia and I 
had an in depth discussion about human dignity and how difficult it is 
for people to respect it despite its simplicity as a human right. Tyler 
and I had an in depth conversation about politics. It was so interesting
 to hear his perspective, listen to the kinds of questions he was 
asking, watch him carefully consider what I was saying. Ava and I had a 
chance to talk about diversity and why so many people shy away from 
others who are different from them rather than trying to learn and grow 
from our differences. What a joy it is to be Mom to these amazing kids!!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;meta&quot;&gt;
Thursday, June 9, 2016 at 1:09pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;comment&quot;&gt;
Tyler,
 sounding truly conflicted, &quot;Man. Being an athlete AND a musician is 
tough! Do I want to spend my time at Scheels or at Dietz??&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;meta&quot;&gt;
Tuesday, April 19, 2016 at 9:32am CDT&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;comment&quot;&gt;
Ava:
 &quot;Mom, I think I&#39;m going to hire 2 body guards tomorrow&quot;.

Me: &quot;Why on earth would you need 2 body guards?&quot;

Ava: &quot;I don&#39;t NEED them. The boys at school need something to do other 
than bother me, so I&#39;m gonna hire them to guard me. It will keep them so
 busy they won&#39;t have time to bother me&quot;

She&#39;s a wise one, that girl.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;meta&quot;&gt;
Thursday, April 7, 2016 at 7:37pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;comment&quot;&gt;
Ava
 and I have been enjoying nightly &quot;tea times&quot; lately. Evenings with a 
book, some riveting conversation, and a cup of hot tea.      Life&#39;s 
simple pleasures yield some of life&#39;s biggest treasures 
:-)                             &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;comment&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;meta&quot;&gt;
Saturday, April 2, 2016 at 7:23pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;comment&quot;&gt;
After
 confirming her hunch that the Easter Bunny isn&#39;t real, thus crushing my
 youngest daughter&#39;s belief in all things magical, I have provided Ava 
with evidence that unicorns are, in fact, real. I went from zero to hero
 in a matter of milliseconds.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tuesday, March 22, 2016 at 6:34pm CDT&lt;br /&gt;
I
 had a world-altering experience today while shopping for produce. 
            As I was reaching for my obligatory bag of Halos, Ava looks 
up at me quizzically and asks &quot;Mom? Is the Easter Bunny real?&quot;  Holding 
onto my Halos just a little    too tight and forcing a plastic smile  , I
 panicked inside myself.                  I was not prepared for 
this.          I knew it was coming, I&#39;ve known since Christmas that we 
weren&#39;t far away from this conversation.   But here I was smack in the 
middle of the produce aisle ready to kiss one whole phase of our lives 
goodbye. And I wasn&#39;t ready to do it. I looked at her carefully and, 
quickly weighing my options, I    realized with a heavy heart that our 
time had come. This was her second time asking and it is about the same 
age both Julia and Tyler found out. Sadly, I confirmed her suspicion. I 
watched as everything clicked into place in her mind and prepared for  
the other questio                ns that would inevitably follow. So, I 
have spent this evening dismantling a carefully crafted narrative of 
holiday magic, wonder, and love      as it is personified in Santa and 
the Easter Bunny                          and started the process of 
attempting to craft a new  narrative defined by the holiday   magic, 
wonder, and love that we create for each other o      n Christmas and 
Easter.         It&#39;s a little surreal--and a lot sad. But mostly, I&#39;m 
excited to see how our family evolves in our holiday traditions.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;meta&quot;&gt;
Saturday, February 27, 2016 at 9:11pm CST&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;comment&quot;&gt;
Driving
 home from Ty&#39;s b-ball game, I was talking to him and one of his 
teammates about the value of free throws. As I challenged the logic of 
their premise and asked them to articulate a better argument, Julia 
pipes up from the backseat--&quot;ssshhhhh everyone! It&#39;s time for &quot;Smart 
  Moments...with Mom&quot;. I&#39;ll show you smart moments...&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;meta&quot;&gt;
Tuesday, January 26, 2016 at 5:19pm CST&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;comment&quot;&gt;
As
 the Schwann&#39;s guy rings the doorbell, Jason says with determination 
that he&#39;s going to tell him that we&#39;re done buying from him. We open the
 door, and he greets us with an explanation of his recent, unexpected 
open heart surgery. As Jason is ordering pizzas, ice cream, and a load 
of other things we weren&#39;t going to purchase, he tells us that the 
surgeons used a cow valve in his surgery. As we wrapped up our 
interaction, Tyler looks up and says-- &quot;Did I hear that right? Did he 
get attacked by a cow?&quot;. Strange evening.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;meta&quot;&gt;
Sunday, January 10, 2016 at 8:57am CST&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;comment&quot;&gt;
Julia,
 clearly perplexed, came to me last night and told me that her cell 
phone was making a strange beeping noise when she tried to call one of 
her friends. Distracted, I told her to use the home phone. A couple 
minutes later she comes to me, now visibly frustrated, saying that our 
home phone was making the same noise. I took the phone from her and held
 it to my ear. Busy Signal. #growingupdigital #generationgap&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;meta&quot;&gt;
Wednesday, July 6, 2016 at 5:23pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;comment&quot;&gt;
Me
 to Tyler &quot;Put that sunscreen on or I will embarrass the living crap out
 of you!&quot; And that right there is a sure indication that we have entered
 the Dog Days of summer.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;comment&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;meta&quot;&gt;
Saturday, June 11, 2016 at 7:03pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;comment&quot;&gt;
So,
 apparently, my children have yet to fully grasp Newton&#39;s 3rd Law of 
Motion: Every action has an equal and opposite reaction as evidenced by 
the full on BBQ sauce shower I received this evening at dinner courtesy 
of Tyler. While vigorously shaking the bottle during a rather in depth 
conversation we were having, he realized, far too late mind you, that 
the cap was not properly secured. I however, realized this almost 
immediately, as mid-sentence, I was covered from head to foot with 
smokey flavored goodness. 2 showers later, I still smell like liquid 
smoke.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;meta&quot;&gt;
Tuesday, July 5, 2016 at 9:11pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
I
 tried to do a cartwheel today.  It ended about as you would expect it 
to end--me in a crumpled mess on the floor. Just to be sure, and because
 I am apparently a glutton for punishment, I tried again. Same mess. 
Same floor. I&#39;m afraid that memories of my cartwheeling days will have 
to suffice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;meta&quot;&gt;
Tuesday, June 21, 2016 at 10:38am CDT&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;comment&quot;&gt;
One
 of the things I love most about parenting are the fascinating 
conversations I get to have with my kids as they grow. Just in the past 
week, I had an intriguing conversation with each of them. Julia and I 
had an in depth discussion about human dignity and how difficult it is 
for people to respect it despite its simplicity as a human right. Tyler 
and I had an in depth conversation about politics. It was so interesting
 to hear his perspective, listen to the kinds of questions he was 
asking, watch him carefully consider what I was saying. Ava and I had a 
chance to talk about diversity and why so many people shy away from 
others who are different from them rather than trying to learn and grow 
from our differences. What a joy it is to be Mom to these amazing kids!!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;meta&quot;&gt;
Thursday, June 9, 2016 at 1:09pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;comment&quot;&gt;
Tyler,
 sounding truly conflicted, &quot;Man. Being an athlete AND a musician is 
tough! Do I want to spend my time at Scheels or at Dietz??&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;meta&quot;&gt;
Tuesday, April 19, 2016 at 9:32am CDT&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;comment&quot;&gt;
Ava:
 &quot;Mom, I think I&#39;m going to hire 2 body guards tomorrow&quot;.

Me: &quot;Why on earth would you need 2 body guards?&quot;

Ava: &quot;I don&#39;t NEED them. The boys at school need something to do other 
than bother me, so I&#39;m gonna hire them to guard me. It will keep them so
 busy they won&#39;t have time to bother me&quot;

She&#39;s a wise one, that girl.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;meta&quot;&gt;
Thursday, April 7, 2016 at 7:37pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;comment&quot;&gt;
Ava
 and I have been enjoying nightly &quot;tea times&quot; lately. Evenings with a 
book, some riveting conversation, and a cup of hot tea.      Life&#39;s 
simple pleasures yield some of life&#39;s biggest treasures 
:-)                             &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;comment&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;meta&quot;&gt;
Saturday, April 2, 2016 at 7:23pm CDT&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;comment&quot;&gt;
After
 confirming her hunch that the Easter Bunny isn&#39;t real, thus crushing my
 youngest daughter&#39;s belief in all things magical, I have provided Ava 
with evidence that unicorns are, in fact, real. I went from zero to hero
 in a matter of milliseconds.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tuesday, March 22, 2016 at 6:34pm CDT&lt;br /&gt;
I
 had a world-altering experience today while shopping for produce. 
            As I was reaching for my obligatory bag of Halos, Ava looks 
up at me quizzically and asks &quot;Mom? Is the Easter Bunny real?&quot;  Holding 
onto my Halos just a little    too tight and forcing a plastic smile  , I
 panicked inside myself.                  I was not prepared for 
this.          I knew it was coming, I&#39;ve known since Christmas that we 
weren&#39;t far away from this conversation.   But here I was smack in the 
middle of the produce aisle ready to kiss one whole phase of our lives 
goodbye. And I wasn&#39;t ready to do it. I looked at her carefully and, 
quickly weighing my options, I    realized with a heavy heart that our 
time had come. This was her second time asking and it is about the same 
age both Julia and Tyler found out. Sadly, I confirmed her suspicion. I 
watched as everything clicked into place in her mind and prepared for  
the other questio                ns that would inevitably follow. So, I 
have spent this evening dismantling a carefully crafted narrative of 
holiday magic, wonder, and love      as it is personified in Santa and 
the Easter Bunny                          and started the process of 
attempting to craft a new  narrative defined by the holiday   magic, 
wonder, and love that we create for each other o      n Christmas and 
Easter.         It&#39;s a little surreal--and a lot sad. But mostly, I&#39;m 
excited to see how our family evolves in our holiday traditions.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;meta&quot;&gt;
Saturday, February 27, 2016 at 9:11pm CST&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;comment&quot;&gt;
Driving
 home from Ty&#39;s b-ball game, I was talking to him and one of his 
teammates about the value of free throws. As I challenged the logic of 
their premise and asked them to articulate a better argument, Julia 
pipes up from the backseat--&quot;ssshhhhh everyone! It&#39;s time for &quot;Smart 
  Moments...with Mom&quot;. I&#39;ll show you smart moments...&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;meta&quot;&gt;
Tuesday, January 26, 2016 at 5:19pm CST&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;comment&quot;&gt;
As
 the Schwann&#39;s guy rings the doorbell, Jason says with determination 
that he&#39;s going to tell him that we&#39;re done buying from him. We open the
 door, and he greets us with an explanation of his recent, unexpected 
open heart surgery. As Jason is ordering pizzas, ice cream, and a load 
of other things we weren&#39;t going to purchase, he tells us that the 
surgeons used a cow valve in his surgery. As we wrapped up our 
interaction, Tyler looks up and says-- &quot;Did I hear that right? Did he 
get attacked by a cow?&quot;. Strange evening.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;meta&quot;&gt;
Sunday, January 10, 2016 at 8:57am CST&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;comment&quot;&gt;
Julia,
 clearly perplexed, came to me last night and told me that her cell 
phone was making a strange beeping noise when she tried to call one of 
her friends. Distracted, I told her to use the home phone. A couple 
minutes later she comes to me, now visibly frustrated, saying that our 
home phone was making the same noise. I took the phone from her and held
 it to my ear. Busy Signal. #growingupdigital #generationgap&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;comment&quot;&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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I don&#39;t often find myself without words--and I continue to struggle to know how to explain the rhetoric and actions that have unfolded in this particular historical moment to my children. I wondered...how do you teach your children to love, accept and support all others in the midst of this moment in our history? Then I realized,&amp;nbsp; the best thing I can teach them is to stand up for what is right and to never, ever turn away from injustice:&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathy-momphd.blogspot.com/feeds/5595978910637395034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathy-momphd.blogspot.com/2016/11/we-must-not-turn-away-election-2016.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2646432817517474365/posts/default/5595978910637395034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2646432817517474365/posts/default/5595978910637395034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathy-momphd.blogspot.com/2016/11/we-must-not-turn-away-election-2016.html' title='We Must Not Turn Away: Election 2016'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04281190432517856090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7R6A0uRLC_UfaAekk_duiSaSiPLIAOA1Vjq-QoC-VYm74niEJ1Hn-y9C01k1LPe0gG1TqoYUPaiJwtlRvoGHEHX1tckD0eIL9D_386O1uH4riG73Lm1NgSH62Kc81sg/s113/Profressional+Photo+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/sJjkbBx2LkU/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2646432817517474365.post-5454488630469041892</id><published>2016-10-16T16:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2017-01-21T19:59:55.490-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="America"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="democracy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="USA"/><title type='text'>A perspective on the 2016 presidential election</title><content type='html'>Like most of America, the 2016 presidential election is on my mind. Every election season, tensions rise, emotions run high, and people shut down from talking &quot;politics&quot;. This is truly a shame. Our democracy is based on we the people. We should be discussing the pros and cons of our candidates. We should be talking about what we think is best for our country and why. We should be doing this in a civilized, respectful way--and we should be open to one another&#39;s thoughts and opinions. Of course, very few of us experience campaign seasons in this way. Very few of us engage in positive, constructive conversations with others--that is, others that disagree or hold different opinions. We talk all day long with people who agree with us--but that&#39;s not terribly productive, is it?&lt;br /&gt;
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This election is unique. Like all elections, it&#39;s important. No candidate has emerged as a champion of the people or as a principled, ethical leader. We just aren&#39;t there as a country--though I hope and pray that we get there someday soon. This election, some people whole-heartedly back Hillary Clinton. Others whole-heartedly back Donald Trump. Most people seem to be where I see myself--not in strong support of either candidate while recognizing that it is my civic duty and moral obligation to vote. So, in light of this, very early in this process I put aside the fact that I disliked both candidates and got down to the business of trying to learn as much as I could about each candidate. I did this by seeking information from a variety of sources, always seeking to balance what I saw as inherent biases toward one or the other candidate. Ultimately, what I learned is that both of our presidential candidates are liars and opportunists. Both are interested in self-preservation and personal power. These interests in power are framed very differently--and we can speculate all day as to why that is--is it because one is a woman and one is a man? Is it because one is a career politician and one is an &quot;outsider&quot;?&amp;nbsp; Both of these candidates have been caught in lies and deceit repeatedly over the course of their respective careers--and neither has been held to account for these actions. Both of these candidates have engaged in fraudulent, secretive behavior to advance personal gain at the expense of those with less power than them throughout their respective careers. If past behavior is the best predictor of future behavior--there is nothing that sets these two candidates apart for me. Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;
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With this in mind, I turn my attention to trying to evaluate which of these two candidates is best able to lead the country based on how they articulate their positions on the key issues facing this country and &lt;b&gt;all &lt;/b&gt;of this country&#39;s citizens. We all learned very, very quickly, that this was not going to be a campaign season that would afford us the opportunity to talk about the issues that are important to us, the American people. It was clear from the beginning that this was going to be about &#39;Crooked Hillary&#39; against &#39;The Outsider Candidate&#39;. Based on this frame, the media clearly privileged Donald Trump in their coverage in 2015-2016--affording him 3 times as much media coverage as any other candidate seeking a nomination and resulting in a media bias in his favor. News outlets couldn&#39;t get enough--and he reaped the benefits. We then shifted to making sexual assault central to this campaign. Make no mistake--the Trump campaign initiated this shift and continued to fan the proverbial fire of this shift right up to the point that it began burning him. Now, even as his top surrogates chastise the media for highlighting this issue, the candidate himself won&#39;t stop talking about it--at his rallies, through twitter.&lt;br /&gt;
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So--since the Trump campaign not only opened the door to centralizing this issue but continues to keep it front and center--this has become a central tenet on how I will evaluate these two candidates. Why? Because sexual assault is an incredibly important issue. Rape culture is an incredibly important issue. It&#39;s not the issue that I started this election cycle prioritizing in terms of evaluating a presidential candidate--I honestly assumed that both candidates that earned a major party nomination would be on the same page with regard to squashing rape culture and the sexist attitudes that inhibit the women of this country in achieving their full potential. Sadly, I was wrong--and now it has become a very important defining issue of this campaign. This is about protecting who we are as a nation. Plain and simple.&lt;br /&gt;
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This leads me to one of my core values--and one that guides my evaluation of each candidate&#39;s positions and policies.&amp;nbsp; I place a high value on our responsibility to preserve the dignity of every human being.&amp;nbsp; Preserving human dignity is a complex edict. Human dignity means that &lt;b&gt;every &lt;/b&gt;human life is treated with &lt;b&gt;dignity&lt;/b&gt; and respect. Dignity and respect. Take a look at our two candidates. How is Trump treating anyone with dignity and respect? He marginalizes all those who are different than him--and these are populations that are, in fact, vulnerable. He mocks the disabled. He mocks the dying--asking them to &quot;hang on long enough to vote him in&quot;. He mocks minorities. If anyone dares disagree with this man, he ridicules them, calling them pathetic losers, ugly (too ugly to sexually assault--ANOTHER serious issue).&lt;br /&gt;
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I know many people feel trapped and see this election as one of the most painful elections they&#39;ve ever been through because some feel, based on religious beliefs, beholden to the one candidate that claims to be pro-life despite his consistent hateful and divisive rhetoric. To those friends of mine who feel that they must vote Trump because of his articulation of a pro-life stance, I would emphasize the importance of evaluating the character of this man. Evaluate his history. He only articulated a pro-life stance when he began seriously considering a run for the presidency--he was pro-choice for most of his adult life. We all know and understand that politicians--even novice politicians--know how to hold blocks of voters captive. All they have to do is pick a key issue for big blocks of voters and say that you support it. This one was an easy one for Trump--it&#39;s the Republican stance that many, many voters hold as a deal-breaker in the voting booth. So, he simply changed his stance from pro-choice to pro-life to hold the vote of a certain percentage of the electorate captive. &lt;br /&gt;
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Now, it&#39;s one thing when you have two politicians with long standing records supporting their respective views. In that situation, I can see taking both politicians at their word on their stated positions on the matter. We do not have that this election cycle. Let me say that again. We do not have two candidates with a long standing record of opposite views on the issue of pro life. What we have is one candidate who has a long standing record of being pro-choice (Clinton). We have another candidate who has a history of being pro-choice,&amp;nbsp; but a recent switch to pro-life (Trump). This candidate does not tout a pro-life agenda in his speeches or on the campaign trail---he&#39;s too busy tearing down women, minorities, and other whole segments of our population. This candidate has repeatedly lied about his positions WITHIN this election cycle. This is not even a candidate who, over the years, shifted in his positions. He is changing them on an almost daily basis in some cases. He denies that he holds positions, that he said things, that he supported things--that he clearly supported/said/articulated as a position. What&#39;s worse, he often falsely and strategically projects his previous often debunked or unpopular positions onto his opponent (e.g., the birther conspiracy) in an effort to discredit her.&amp;nbsp; I do not trust that Trump is pro-life in any sense.&lt;br /&gt;
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Another indication of Trump&#39;s failure to demonstrate a respect for human dignity is his clear racism and sexism. This election has involved the unprecedented legitimization of racist and sexist rhetoric. Donald Trump has been endorsed and is actively supported by white supremacists, nationalists, Holocaust deniers&amp;nbsp; (e.g., David Duke of KKK fame).&amp;nbsp; He spews rhetoric that not only further marginalizes the already subordinated minority groups in this country, but incites fear, anger, hatred, and violence. He makes gross, sweeping generalizations that are unfounded and that spread fear and hate for anyone that is different in any way. His words are having an effect--because words &lt;b&gt;do&lt;/b&gt; matter. Particularly the words of someone held up as a model for our youth--something that *should* go hand in hand for being a nominee for president of the United States of America. School teachers across this country are noticing and reporting a &quot;Trump Effect&quot; on the playground and in their classrooms--where kids are using racist talk to bully children of 
different ethnic background. Take a look at people that identify as Trump supporters on Twitter--the things that are being said would make any decent human being sick.&lt;br /&gt;
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Donald Trump clearly sees women as nothing more than decorative objects that exist for his, and other men&#39;s, sexual pleasure and entertainment. That cannot be disputed. This has come out in so many sickening ways--from recordings of him talking about how he regularly sexually assaults women to women coming forward recounting stories of him engaging in the very behavior he referred to as &quot;locker room talk&quot;.&amp;nbsp; Locker Room Talk. Let&#39;s stop for just a moment and think about this. Trump indicates that talking about sexually assaulting women is just &quot;guy talk&quot;--normal talk between guys when talking about women. For those that insist that words don&#39;t matter, I ask you to consider the following: His own son-a wealthy, privileged, powerful man-- said just the other day that women who can&#39;t tolerate sexual harassment should get out of the workplace and &quot;go be kindergarten teachers&quot;.&amp;nbsp; This is a man who makes decisions about employment and promotions regularly. Go watch North Country -- a movie chronicling the experiences that led to the Lois E. Jenson v. Eveleth Taconite Co. class action sexual harassment lawsuit--and tell me that this doesn&#39;t matter. His campaign sends maps around of how the election would look if only men voted to describe momentum to donors, completely discounting the women of this country, and his followers began a twitter hashtag aimed at repealing the 19th Amendment.&amp;nbsp; If this does not convince you that this is dangerous--go watch the Hunting Ground. This powerful documentary talks about rape culture on college campuses. Words matter. Re-read the case of Brock Turner, Standford rapist. Words matter. These kinds of attitudes, shaped and expressed in words, create a culture permissive of racism, rape, and harassment. I shudder to think what the implications would be should Trump become the next president of the United States.&lt;br /&gt;
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This all sounds pretty bad, I know. Sadly, it doesn&#39;t stop here. It only gets worse. Because this candidate has begun to amp up his talk undermining the very foundation of our democracy. He has begun calling into question the legitimacy of our voting process--setting the stage for an excuse for his overblown ego if/when he loses this election. Again--in a move that clearly demonstrates that his only interest is in his own self-preservation, he is suggesting that our democracy is &quot;fake&quot;.&amp;nbsp; He has encouraged his supporters to watch polls--and engage in voter intimidation. His supporters have taken this to mean that they should single out anyone who doesn&#39;t look like they speak &quot;American&quot; and stand over them in the polling booth. He is encouraging racial profiling and voter intimidation. He has, over the course of his campaign, repeatedly suggested to his supporters that they could exercise 
their second amendment rights and take action against Clinton should she
 win--and his supporters are calling for bloodshed and talking 
assassination. These kinds of sentiments are now beginning to color his 
campaign and supporters.His supporters are calling for a revolution in the event of a Clinton win. Mike Pence has said just this morning that he and and Trump would accept the outcome of this election should Clinton win--but why should we believe what Mike Pence says about what Donald Trump will do? The two of them don&#39;t agree or even talk about their position on anything. Pence has one plan to deal with Syria--Trump disagrees. Pence accepts that Russia is actively attempting to influence this election--Trump rejects this idea. Why would what Pence say about Trump&#39;s plans at the end of this election cycle mean anything at this point?&lt;br /&gt;
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We can also talk about Trump&#39;s claim that the media is rigged to favor Clinton. CNN is rigged. Fox News is rigged. MSNBC is rigged. Saturday Night Live is rigged. All the newspapers are rigged. All because they are reporting on the things he himself is saying. Now--clearly there is and always has been media bias--with different news outlets leaning to the right and to the left. This is why we have to take it upon ourselves to seek out unbiased and balanced information from a variety of news sources. Shame on us if we get all of our information from one news outlet--that&#39;s simply irresponsible. Trump, though, is suggesting that the media is one big, unified entity that is colluding to keep Trump down. Let&#39;s not forget all the free press that Trump got in 2015-2016--the very media coverage that propelled him into his position as the Republican Party&#39;s presidential nominee. Now he is driving the issues that they cover--he won&#39;t stop talking about them. He made sexual assault a key issue in this campaign--and now he&#39;s dealing with the fall out of that. This is not the media creating a problem for Trump. This is Trump and his inability to control himself creating a problem for Trump. He openly wonders why a junior senator can&#39;t change our nation&#39;s laws all by herself. His lack of experience and education about how our government works is what&#39;s causing the problems for Trump. His lack of knowledge about the breadth and depth of issues facing this nation is what&#39;s causing the problems for Trump. &lt;br /&gt;
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Despite how troubling all of this is--perhaps the most troubling is what is becoming more and more clear each and every day of this election season: Trump&#39;s dictatorial tendencies. He has always attempted to control press access and the way in which he is portrayed in the press. He has begun ridiculing and restricting press access at his events--to the point that reporters are now showing up at his rallies with security. He has denied the public access to his tax returns--why? Don&#39;t we have a right to know who he&#39;s tied to and what allegiances-foreign and domestic-he has if he wants to earn the privilege of leading this country? He has threatened to jail his political opponent should he win--this is terrifying! What&#39;s he going to do when the next candidate challenges him--or, God forbid he get into office, when his term limit is up? He has threatened to sue news outlets that publish unfavorable stories--this is a pattern stretching all the way back to the beginning of his career.&amp;nbsp; He openly admires Vladmir Putin. Openly admires his leadership style and denies what top intelligence officials have told him about their conviction that Russia is attempting to influence this election. He defends Putin. Top officials in his campaign have been linked to Russia. This is really scary stuff. It is all the more reason why we need transparency with Trump--something we&#39;ve NEVER had. He is secretive and denies us access to things pertinent to our decision-making process.&lt;br /&gt;
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Finally, let&#39;s talk about transparency. Clinton&#39;s campaign has been laid open bare for us all to see. Not only her tax records, her record of public service, and now her illegally obtained emails. Lots going on there that should concern us--but at least we know what&#39;s there. We know virtually&amp;nbsp; NOTHING about Trump. We don&#39;t know where his money has come from, we don&#39;t know how much he has despite the fact that his primary claim to credibility is that he is &quot;incredibly wealthy and incredibly successful&quot;. The little that we do know of him suggests that he is a liar, that he craves power, that he has contempt for anyone that is different from him, that he will ridicule, attempt to sue, and even jail anyone who opposes him, that he has almost no self-control, that he is vengeful, that he is disinclined to listen to those who advise him, that he has no respect for the commitments this country has made around the globe, that he lacks even a basic knowledge about how our government actually works, and that he will wield the power of the oval office to further his own interests and avenge his hurt ego. That&#39;s what we know about Mr. Trump.&lt;br /&gt;
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This election is not like other elections. Most elections we think about our situation, we think about the candidates platforms and ideologies, and we try to consider how they will affect our own situation. We can&#39;t afford to think that way in this election. We just can&#39;t. We&#39;re talking about electing the leader of the free world. 
We&#39;re talking about electing someone to look out for the best interests 
of &lt;b&gt;all&lt;/b&gt; of our citizens. We&#39;re talking about electing someone to 
protect the democratic foundation on which our society is built. This is
 about much, much more than improving our economic situation or understanding &quot;the art of the deal&quot;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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In the end, we all have to decide for ourselves. For some of us, there is a clear choice. I know that I feel as comfortable as I can feel that I am making a well-informed, thoroughly vetted, morally sound choice in doing what I can to keep Trump out of office. I know that each one of us is agonizing about our choices, each one of us cares deeply for our country, each one of us thinks our position is the best one. I know that some reading this will disagree with me to the core of their being--and I respect that. Because I respect this country and the principles on which it was founded. I respect our democracy and the power and responsibility that goes along with being a citizen. I hope you at least consider my point of view. Think it over. Then, if you want to sit down and talk about it--I&#39;d love to do so. I think we need a whole lot more of that in this country. We should enjoy this process--not dread it. This election is important. In my mind, it becomes more important by the day. </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathy-momphd.blogspot.com/feeds/5454488630469041892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathy-momphd.blogspot.com/2016/10/a-perspective-on-2016-presidential.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2646432817517474365/posts/default/5454488630469041892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2646432817517474365/posts/default/5454488630469041892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathy-momphd.blogspot.com/2016/10/a-perspective-on-2016-presidential.html' title='A perspective on the 2016 presidential election'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04281190432517856090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7R6A0uRLC_UfaAekk_duiSaSiPLIAOA1Vjq-QoC-VYm74niEJ1Hn-y9C01k1LPe0gG1TqoYUPaiJwtlRvoGHEHX1tckD0eIL9D_386O1uH4riG73Lm1NgSH62Kc81sg/s113/Profressional+Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2646432817517474365.post-6972523862662477741</id><published>2016-06-06T16:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2016-06-06T19:43:39.028-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Children Are People, Let&#39;s Parent Them That Way</title><content type='html'>As a parent over the years I&#39;ve lamented more times than I can count the fact that children are not treated like people. People are human beings with an innate sense of human dignity, a unique past,&amp;nbsp; present, and future, who bear an innate responsibility for themselves and for others. Children are often positioned in our parenting culture not as unique human beings in this sense--rather, they are positioned as perpetually inadequate to manage their own lives and as projects that need to be perfected. In this way, children are seriously under-estimated as people, and it&#39;s impairing our ability to raise our young people to be resilient, responsible, happy adults.&lt;br /&gt;
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When we first become parents, our children are like projects that we need to avoid messing up. As new parents, we have our newborn babies and spend inordinate amounts of time trying to absorb as much cultural wisdom from &quot;experts&quot; as we possibly can to ensure we are &quot;doing it right&quot;.&amp;nbsp; Most of this wisdom is grounded in the idea that parenting is a science that we should be working to perfect. There are how to books, websites, magazines, talk shows, parenting groups, hotlines...the works...all aimed at helping us achieve some perfect parenting model that will produce responsible, self-confident, happy, successful children. This yields a set of parenting standards by which we often judge our own and others&#39; parenting decisions. The problem here, of course, is that no two people are alike. No two adults, no two kids. No two families. A good parent recognizes the needs of each individual child in light of this and makes the best possible decision for their child(ren). This looks different across children, across and within families, across and within cultures. These normative standards can be quite pervasive--prescriptions about what a responsible parent will and won&#39;t allow for their children. Prescriptions about how a responsible parent will respond when faced with specific issues. These prescriptions comprise a set of social standards that are paramount to a &quot;one size fits all&quot; approach to parenting--effectively creating a parent social identity by which parents measure themselves and others. This is in direct conflict with the undeniable truth that children and parents are themselves unique individuals. Parents have a responsibility to make parenting decisions based on the unique needs of their individual children, yet they manage this responsibility in the context of a social identity that limits their ability to do so.&lt;br /&gt;
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Another consequence of children being positioned as projects that we as parents need to perfect is the idea that mistakes are bad. Sometimes, in the name of &quot;good parenting&quot;,&amp;nbsp; children are denied the basic human right to make--and, importantly, learn from--their own mistakes. These are the children who, as they enter school and develop relationships with peers, have parents who follow them into their junior high, high school, and even collegiate classrooms to argue for better grades or deadline extensions or excused absences. Children whose parents have made it a habit to take up arms to fix their children&#39;s quarrels, disagreements, discontents, blunders, and mistakes in their younger years find themselves with children who are more prone to mental health issues when faced with a world that expects them to navigate difficult circumstances, make their own decisions, and that doles out consequences when those decisions are poor. In essence, kids are being denied the ability to develop basic life coping skills--and it&#39;s making them miserable (&lt;a href=&quot;http://qz.com/642351/is-the-way-we-parent-causing-a-mental-health-crisis-in-our-kids/&quot;&gt;http://qz.com/642351/is-the-way-we-parent-causing-a-mental-health-crisis-in-our-kids/&lt;/a&gt;). With college students&#39; resiliency on the decline, (&lt;a href=&quot;https://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/freedom-learn/201509/declining-student-resilience-serious-problem-colleges&quot;&gt;https://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/freedom-learn/201509/declining-student-resilience-serious-problem-colleges&lt;/a&gt;) this trend to view children as somehow in need of protection from making and learning from their own mistakes is one that deserves more in depth exploration. Children have to learn how to manage difficult times on their own. It&#39;s a real problem--and one that we see regularly at the collegiate level. &lt;br /&gt;
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Sometimes this denial of a basic human experience--making and learning from mistakes--can contribute to even more severe consequences for these children and all with whom they interact as is highlighted by several notable cases. One example--Ethan Couch, AKA &quot;Affluenza Teen&quot; (&lt;a href=&quot;http://newsfeed.time.com/2013/12/12/the-affluenza-defense-judge-rules-rich-kids-rich-kid-ness-makes-him-not-liable-for-deadly-drunk-driving-accident/&quot;&gt;http://newsfeed.time.com/2013/12/12/the-affluenza-defense-judge-rules-rich-kids-rich-kid-ness-makes-him-not-liable-for-deadly-drunk-driving-accident/&lt;/a&gt;)--stands out. The whole defense of this kid rested on the fact that his parents protected him from any and all consequences as he grew up and he was not held accountable for driving drunk and causing a fatal crash, forever changing the lives of 3 families.&lt;br /&gt;
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It (should) go without saying that each child needs different kinds of guidance, parenting, support in order to grow and mature into self-confident, self-sufficient, self and other-aware, responsible members of society. It (should) go without saying that this support shifts over time as our children grow and develop as people. It (should) go without saying that the primary job we have as parents is to prepare our children to live their lives independent of us, and part of this process is allowing them space to fall down, fight their own battles, make mistakes, and move forward with our love and support. Our job is to let go--slowly at first--and guide them as young people who are growing, learning, and preparing to embrace all that life as an adult entails.&amp;nbsp; </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathy-momphd.blogspot.com/feeds/6972523862662477741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathy-momphd.blogspot.com/2016/06/children-are-people-lets-parent-them.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2646432817517474365/posts/default/6972523862662477741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2646432817517474365/posts/default/6972523862662477741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathy-momphd.blogspot.com/2016/06/children-are-people-lets-parent-them.html' title='Children Are People, Let&#39;s Parent Them That Way'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04281190432517856090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7R6A0uRLC_UfaAekk_duiSaSiPLIAOA1Vjq-QoC-VYm74niEJ1Hn-y9C01k1LPe0gG1TqoYUPaiJwtlRvoGHEHX1tckD0eIL9D_386O1uH4riG73Lm1NgSH62Kc81sg/s113/Profressional+Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2646432817517474365.post-6874100340628984514</id><published>2016-03-05T18:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2016-03-05T19:32:53.011-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To Nominate or To Not Nominate?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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As I lay in bed fighting off a horrific cold, I&#39;ve done what a lot of us have done as we&#39;ve watched the cringe-worthy debates, rallies, primaries, and caucuses that define our political process. I&#39;ve thrown my hands up in disbelief. But the process continues on--ramping up as we move ever closer to an eventual nomination. Let&#39;s just slow down for a minute here, folks. We just saw the documentary, The Hunting Ground, win an Oscar. This documentary highlights the fact that 16% of college women will be raped, and 88% of those women will not report it. We are all outraged by this. We all agree, I hope, that women are not sexual objects that are perpetually available for men to take whenever and however they wish. This, to my mind, is one of the reasons that the documentary The Hunting Ground, and others like it, are so powerful. Yet, we are seriously considering nominating a man for the office of President of the United States who systematically objectifies women, reducing them to their sexuality at every turn. When a women asserts a position of power in challenge to his own, he dismisses her as being menstrual. We have seen, in these debates, the candidates position their &lt;i&gt;penises&lt;/i&gt; as topics worthy of discussion while they are interviewing with the American public for the highest office in the land. How am I, as a woman, supposed to feel valued in this process? How am I, as a mother to two daughters, supposed to feel confident that the next leader of our great nation will value my daughters as individuals? To teach them to value themselves as people and not sexual objects? How am I as a mother to my son, supposed to teach him that men and women alike should be valued for who they are, not their sexuality--when those that we are watching interview for the presidential bid devalue women and sexualize both men and women in this way? &lt;br /&gt;
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I watched The Hunting Ground this weekend--a documentary that tells an incredibly disturbing story of rape on college campuses and how young women who are victims of this crime are systematically silenced and/or how their stories are co-opted by institutional interests. The documentary, however, is not only disturbing...it is hopeful and inspiring. These women were able to organize together and enact change. They fought a culture that first attempted to silence them and second, when their stories were articulated, effectively de-legitimated them. These women supported each other in the absence of institutional support--and reached out to other women experiencing the same kind of institutional and cultural violence instead of support to not only create space for these stories, but to organize together to ensure their stories were heard AND legitimated--and ultimately challenge the prevailing narrative of rape on college campuses. How can we be confident that our presidential candidates, who so willingly reduce women and men to their sexual organs on the debate stage--will take this epidemic seriously? The answer? We can&#39;t.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;ve got news for each of you seeking the presidential nomination. Words matter. They shape and, unfortunately for you, reflect attitudes. Communication shapes reality--and the words that you choose on that debate stage or in that rally or in any other public forum matter a great deal. You are seeking to lead us. Your words reach a large audience--making them particularly powerful. With great power comes great responsibility. And quite frankly, in my book, none of you are worthy of that responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, as we look around at each other in disbelief as this political process unfolds like a circus, let&#39;s not forget the incredibly serious implications of the circus we&#39;re witnessing. The rhetoric they are spewing has already been legitimated--and this only gets worse as the process continues toward the nomination. I went into this election season hopeful that I could evaluate differing perspectives and ideas on the issues that I see as most salient in moving us forward as a nation. Instead, I&#39;m finding myself in the midst of an election season that threatens to move us backward and rather than looking hopefully to the future, I see us fighting to at least maintain what progress we&#39;ve already achieved.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathy-momphd.blogspot.com/feeds/6874100340628984514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathy-momphd.blogspot.com/2016/03/to-nominate-or-to-not-nominate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2646432817517474365/posts/default/6874100340628984514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2646432817517474365/posts/default/6874100340628984514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathy-momphd.blogspot.com/2016/03/to-nominate-or-to-not-nominate.html' title='To Nominate or To Not Nominate?'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04281190432517856090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7R6A0uRLC_UfaAekk_duiSaSiPLIAOA1Vjq-QoC-VYm74niEJ1Hn-y9C01k1LPe0gG1TqoYUPaiJwtlRvoGHEHX1tckD0eIL9D_386O1uH4riG73Lm1NgSH62Kc81sg/s113/Profressional+Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2646432817517474365.post-8148964777734846255</id><published>2015-07-30T07:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2015-07-30T12:09:09.194-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dissertation Dedication and Acknowledgments </title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;This
dissertation is dedicated to my husband and three children, without whom none
of this would have been possible. My husband, Jason Castle, deserves special
recognition. He has always believed in me and in us, and has been my rock
throughout our married life, of which this particular endeavor is just one part.
Jason has the most incredible ability to balance and prioritize all the
important elements of life—and his incredible dedication to our family and his
commitment to pursuing our dreams have been what has made this journey possible.
Not only has he provided me with strength, unconditional love, and
encouragement along the way, he has been instrumental in helping our family
maintain a healthy balance between work and play. It was his willingness to
take on so many of the day-to-day responsibilities and stress of family life
that enabled me to strike a comfortable balance between scholar, wife, and
mother—a balance that was necessary for me to successfully walk this path these
last four years. He is the love of my life, an incredible husband and partner,
and an even more amazing father to our three children.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Our
three children, Julia Castle, Tyler Castle, and Ava Castle, have also been
instrumental in this accomplishment. Their patience, support, love, and pride
in this pursuit has served as fuel for this journey. Each one of them has shown
support in so many different ways, though a few things stand out as worth
mentioning here.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Julia has always taken an interest in the topics of my
studies—asking questions, offering thoughts and insights, and setting her books
up next to me so we could study together. &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I have always valued our discussions about research
and the impact it can have on improving our world. Most recently, her
reflection on and appreciation of the fact that, after being diagnosed with SLE
myself,&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I centered my dissertation
research on the experience of SLE in the hopes of improving the health and
well-being of those struggling with SLE, served to confirm for me that our children
see the real-world impact of educational pursuit. Her insights always amaze me
and I look forward to seeing where her intellectual curiosity takes her in life
and to many more thought-provoking and heartfelt discussions over the years. I
am so blessed to be her mother.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Tyler has been tenacious in his support of this goal—he has
always been able to sense when the balance between family and scholarly pursuit
felt overwhelming to me, stepping up with a well-timed “You can’t give up, Mom,
I’m so proud of you!” His passion for the importance of this pursuit and his
unwavering confidence in me have been more important to me than I can express.
He is, without a doubt, an incredible son. I look forward both to supporting
him wherever his commitment, tenacity, and passion take him and celebrating his
many inevitable accomplishments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Ava’s big heart and unconditional love have also been
instrumental to this journey. Her patience with this process is unparalleled.
After a full day of work and a full evening of reading and writing, Ava was
always right there to sit and cuddle with me, make me laugh, tell me that she
loves me, and make me feel so special even as I sat there exhausted from the
demands of the day. She has always been able to help me re-focus my attention
onto our family even during my most stressful times over these last four years.
She is a true blessing, and I look forward to both many more cuddles and
laughter and to seeing how she ends up putting her unique personality and
talents together to make her dreams come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;I am so proud of each member of our family and the
way we all worked together to earn this Ph.D. I am so grateful for each of them
and their unconditional love and support. &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I hope and pray that the path our family has
followed will inspire our children to find happiness both in the pursuit of
their dreams and in the love, comfort, and support of their families. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;In reflecting on my educational experience that has
culminated in earning a doctor of philosophy in Communication Studies, I have
many people to thank in addition to my husband and children. First, my parents,
Dick and Joan Ford, for the unconditional love and support they have surrounded
me with throughout my life. They always encouraged me to pursue my dreams,
challenge myself, and to always keep learning. It is because of them that I
ever believed this was possible. It is through their loving guidance that I
learned the importance of a strong work ethic, believing in myself, nurturing my
faith, and serving others in all my endeavors. Though I could list a million
different instances where these two amazing people showed me their love and
support, I think the most poignant examples lie in their everyday sacrifices
that made clear that they prioritized our family over everything else in life.
Because of them, I always felt loved, valued, special, safe, secure, and
comfortable in my own skin. This foundation that they provided me has enabled
my every success and provided me with the ability to learn from every failure.
I treasure them with my whole heart and attribute my academic success to them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;I would also like to acknowledge my siblings, Tim Ford, Tom
Ford, Jodi (Ford) Safris, and Anne (Ford) Wegner, whose love and support have
always provided me with a sense of security and whose unique personalities and
approaches to life have long served as a foundation for one of my most
fundamental beliefs—that all perspectives are inherently valid and necessarily
incomplete. This foundational personal belief has served as a guide for my
personal life as well as for my academic career. Each one of them is amazing,
and I am proud to be a member of this incredible family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;In addition to an incredible family, I would be remiss if I
did not acknowledge those individuals who have been instrumental in shaping my
education. First, Dr. Kathleen Krone, who advised my master’s thesis and
encouraged me to pursue my Ph.D. It was because of her that I believed I was
well-suited to doctoral studies. Second, though many of my educators encouraged
me to think beyond my own perspective, Dr. Phyllis Japp was instrumental in
helping me to challenge &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;myself &lt;/i&gt;to do
so in every situation. Dr. Kristen Lucas, a friend and mentor, who recognized
the need to push me out of stagnation and into the next step in my educational
journey. Without her, I fear I may have never taken that leap into applying to
the doctoral program. Dr. Jordan Soliz, who both encouraged me to work toward
my Ph.D. and who has, on so many occasions, said just exactly the right thing
to help me embrace the struggle inherent in the educational process. Dr. Dawn
O. Braithwaite, who has been so supportive of my education over the years and
who has helped me develop an incredible respect for the value of qualitative
research. I also extend my gratitude to Dr. Jody Koenig Kellas, my doctoral advisor
and mentor, who has gently yet consistently challenged me to interrogate what I
think I know. Her commitment to my success, both as a scholar and in balancing
my personal and academic life, has been key to my achievements. It is through her
guidance and tutelage that I was able to come to terms with who I am as a
scholar of communication studies—and that is a gift for which I will forever be
grateful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;I would also like to thank the women who shared their SLE
experiences with me in interviews or surveys. Their stories have shaped my own
sense-making about SLE in powerful ways. I am so appreciative of their trust
and candor, and look forward to building from what I’ve learned to improve how
we live with and relate in SLE.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;In sum, I am grateful to have had the great
fortune of knowing and developing relationships with a host of incredible
people who have nurtured me in some way or another over the years. I am as
humbled by as I am appreciative of these individuals and so many others who
have been instrumental in shaping my life today. I hope and pray that I can
have a similar influence on the lives of others over the next several years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathy-momphd.blogspot.com/feeds/8148964777734846255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathy-momphd.blogspot.com/2015/07/dissertation-dedication-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2646432817517474365/posts/default/8148964777734846255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2646432817517474365/posts/default/8148964777734846255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathy-momphd.blogspot.com/2015/07/dissertation-dedication-and.html' title='Dissertation Dedication and Acknowledgments '/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04281190432517856090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7R6A0uRLC_UfaAekk_duiSaSiPLIAOA1Vjq-QoC-VYm74niEJ1Hn-y9C01k1LPe0gG1TqoYUPaiJwtlRvoGHEHX1tckD0eIL9D_386O1uH4riG73Lm1NgSH62Kc81sg/s113/Profressional+Photo+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt4KhVKT3bRzU32lys5cdDlLgTy70JJyWsYxdf4JffqQvql2KyUOKQoZAllkoxcnmtHS_n4hd_RaClJDihTK8-dQD3nkSCzJKoRy03uBgcxnMQ4Z1VnXT3uURRaavw_6ZGfZWJIfym1NeW/s72-c/Jody+and+I.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2646432817517474365.post-834344867515168959</id><published>2015-06-24T23:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2015-06-25T16:07:53.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Full Circle</title><content type='html'>This evening, while braving an especially hot night at the ballpark watching my son play baseball, my almost 13 year old daughter asked me: &quot;Mom? Is lupus genetic?&quot; I thought for a minute, not really sure what to tell her...the fact that I have lupus does predispose her to it (and a multitude of other autoimmune diseases), but, it&#39;s not &quot;genetic&quot; per se. I settled on the truth, emphasizing that we&#39;ve been in close discussion with her pediatrician when I was first diagnosed and were assured that there was no need to be concerned. I went on to explain that one of the best things about my diagnosis has been how much I&#39;ve learned about autoimmune conditions and lupus so I know what things to watch for. She sat there for a minute and said &lt;i&gt;&quot;You know, I wasn&#39;t really even thinking about that part of it. I was really just thinking about how cool it&#39;s been to watch you. I mean, you got diagnosed with lupus right before you started working on your PhD. And now here you are four years later doing all this research to make life better for people who have lupus. It&#39;s really neat&quot;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I said when I first started this blog that it would be a reflection on my journey as a parent in academia, simultaneously working to raise her children and earn a PhD. Back when all of this started, I knew that I would be changed...as a parent...and as an academic...by these two roles so central to my identity. Parenting has affected my academic and scholarly life in meaningful and important ways. Similarly, my scholarly life has shaped my approach to parenting.&amp;nbsp; What I hadn&#39;t realized at the time was just how symbiotic the relationship between these two roles would become.&lt;br /&gt;
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You see, I began my PhD in Fall 2011. I was supposed to start in the Summer of 2011, but that spring I received some unexpected, potentially life-changing news. I had lupus. My body apparently didn&#39;t like itself, and had decided to wage war...on itself. As the news soaked in, I realized that this was not exactly like a common cold or the flu...this was a disease that could attack any and all of my organs...and was something that could dramatically limit me. So, rather than starting classes as planned, I spent the summer learning everything I could about &quot;The Great Imitator&quot;. It turned out, I was fortunate. The disease was caught early, I was placed on preventative medication, and I just had to learn how to manage the occasional flares.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have worked full time and taken classes part time since then, all the while continuing to learn more about this mysterious thing called lupus. It became clear to me early on that this was something I needed to explore more fully...and it became a research interest, eventually morphing into my dissertation topic. I knew that I wanted to make a difference for others battling lupus...those that perhaps did not have the benefit of an early diagnosis. I&#39;ve heard so many stories and learned so much about the incredibly diverse ways that lupus can attack both a body and a spirit...and I wanted my research efforts to be centered on helping others impacted by the disease.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;ve spent a good portion of my time pursuing my PhD scared to death that I was sacrificing too much as a parent. It&#39;s not something you do as an after-thought...this pursuit is all encompassing. Was I being selfish? What if my kids grew up feeling like my PhD was more important to me than they were? What if they somehow got the idea that I didn&#39;t have time to talk through their problems? What if...?&lt;br /&gt;
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But tonight, Julia&#39;s comment at the top of the sixth inning laid all those fears to rest. Her insight helped me to see the value in what they&#39;ve seen these last four years. She helped me to see that my academic and parenting lives have been working in concert this whole time...just as I suspected they would when I started this blog. In those times where I second-guessed myself, the kids were watching and learning. Those times when I was busy reading, writing, and researching, they weren&#39;t suffering. They were learning how to pursue a goal. They were seeing the importance of pursuing a passion. They were learning how to work hard to achieve...and to balance that with family. They were learning that true success lies in how well you serve others. They were learning that life is full of possibility.&lt;br /&gt;
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What an incredible journey this has been for our family. I can&#39;t wait to see what the next chapter brings...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathy-momphd.blogspot.com/feeds/834344867515168959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathy-momphd.blogspot.com/2015/06/coming-full-circle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2646432817517474365/posts/default/834344867515168959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2646432817517474365/posts/default/834344867515168959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathy-momphd.blogspot.com/2015/06/coming-full-circle.html' title='Coming Full Circle'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04281190432517856090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7R6A0uRLC_UfaAekk_duiSaSiPLIAOA1Vjq-QoC-VYm74niEJ1Hn-y9C01k1LPe0gG1TqoYUPaiJwtlRvoGHEHX1tckD0eIL9D_386O1uH4riG73Lm1NgSH62Kc81sg/s113/Profressional+Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>