Standing in my kitchen (where else?), I make a ponytail with the the help of a WF bulk bin twist tie.  I forget about it all day until David asks, "Why do you have paper in your hair?"

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The sun is down by 6, and we park across the gate.  We have the playground all to ourselves.
It’s been this way for weeks, with occasional exceptions, like when someone had tennis lessons and a sibling was bored.  For a while some sort of playgroup met on Wednesdays, but now they are gone by the […]

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When C&D were little, they needed to be held and snuggled all day (and night) long. So we wrapped them up against our chests and wore them as we puttered around the house, took walks, and shopped.

After a while, we eventually had to eat, or do what you eventually have to do after you eat: […]

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I think I officially have a new office. It’s got a radio and CD player, air and heat, a place to sit, and windows that open and close. My windows are open onto a wall of cabinets, my washer and dryer, and some clothes that needed washing since last week. That’s because my new office is my car, and right now it’s sitting in my garage.

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More on Rody later. For now, watch Carmen and David get acquainted with their Rody yesterday. He’s our new best friend. My biggest regret? I didn’t meet Rody earlier.

In the above clip: David is saying the horse can eat hay, and oat groats, our name for the crunchy feed the horses at the […]

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But not in the musical way; we’re still fiddling with the blog whenever we get our little bits of free time and pretend to overlook the mess in the kitchen. Expect a few more changes here and there, especially if you look through the archives.
While I’ve got your attention, please listen or watch this […]

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Do you know Carmen likes Stravinsky? Petruschka, The Rite of Spring, all that big stuff.  It’s different but not totally out of reach, and she digs it. I thought, growing up surrounded by primarily Western, tonal music, that she would have a hard time digesting something like Stravinsky’s atonal wildness.  Instead she just […]

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