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After heartbreaking (more for me than you) day when friendship bracelets were made and yours was not wanted and you were not given this token of *lasting* friendship Jessie came to the rescue.  It is amazing that this 14 year old...&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/mydaughtermylife/~4/GUY7xXogudI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://mydaughtermylife.blogspot.com/2008/06/friendship-bracelets.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320472617230512410.post-443866748275219483</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 May 2008 18:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-29T13:26:14.283-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">school</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Grace</category><title>Last Day of First Grade!!</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/mydaughtermylife/~3/VeYpF1DKgVg/last-day-of-first-grade.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Grace's Mom)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bnQMCWr-g-k/SD7zAC2e6hI/AAAAAAAAAA8/hpok7FzbkQo/s72-c/Last_Day__in_First_Grade.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>You did it!!! You are going to be a second grader. Isn't this amazing? The year went by so fast.

I hope you have a ton of kids sign your t-shirt today and I promise I will have it framed by the end of summer. (hopefully this summer)

Last week was pretty rough but I think you handled yourself beautifully. Your friends diappointed you but you were able to forgive. That makes you better at forgiveness then me. I didn't get your teacher an end of year gift for you to give her today. This way she...&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Yesterday was Friendship Bracelet Day.  All week the first grade classes have done...&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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I had no idea that they would turn off the lights and you would glow in the dark. Thank goodness you don't wear a bra yet. Take it from me black lights are not your friend if your top is thin and you are under the age sixteen. (That will eventually change, but you will have to wait until you are in Mexico at Senor Frogs) What a great time you had performing on stage. But I...&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/mydaughtermylife/~4/-DLfow4kxu4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://mydaughtermylife.blogspot.com/2008/05/hip-hop-it-brings-families-together.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320472617230512410.post-7404937370061798575</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 May 2008 19:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-16T15:13:10.695-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">step family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dance</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Grace's family</category><title>Hip Hop Connection</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/mydaughtermylife/~3/MU3jidOqvYA/hip-hop-connection.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Grace's Mom)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>This weekend is your Hip Hop dance recital. It is your first real live performance. At least a performance on a stage in front of complete strangers, your family has sat through many many impromptu performances. You have been practicing this Hip Hop routine for months to the music and lyrics of Rhianna's Umbrella song.

I feel anxious. Anxious for many reasons. One, because you have not paid much attention in class and prefer to look in the floor to ceiling wall to wall mirror instead of...&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/mydaughtermylife/~4/MU3jidOqvYA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://mydaughtermylife.blogspot.com/2008/05/hip-hop-connection.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320472617230512410.post-442907955370245176</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 May 2008 21:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-16T14:42:31.551-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Grace and her mom</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">single life</category><title>Sharing a Bed</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/mydaughtermylife/~3/NJjISFEpD-I/changes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Grace's Mom)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><description>There have been many changes in your life and sometimes you roll with those changes and other times the fear brings chaos and erratic emotions that try my tiny string of patience. It took some time for you to sleep alone in your own bed. The light had to be just right the TV set to the correct sleep timer number. How you knew a half an hour was 30 minutes and caught me setting it for just 20. The crying, the negotiating, the hugging my neck for dear life, and finally my flash point of anger for...&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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