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March for Babies
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March Is Tomorrow!
Being The Ambassador
Wednesday, April 30, 2014
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Kitty Kelsey
Saturday, April 26, 2014
Autism CareWalk
Friday, April 25, 2014
Twenty minutes
Tuesday, April 22, 2014
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17 Months
Sunday, April 20, 2014
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March For Babies
Friday, April 18, 2014
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Fun Run
Tuesday, April 15, 2014
Visual Learning
March of Dimes Update
Sunday, April 13, 2014
Turning A New Leaf
I’m currently reading a book about living in the present (or the now) and not in the past or the future.
I’ve found that I spend most of my time allowing my mind to drift into the past with regret or guilt or in the future with unease and worry. Every single day of my life. It is so hard for me to be still and not allow my mind to wander. It’s interesting because whenever I attempt to do so, there is always a cat in my lap. . .as if they can sense my availability. I could learn a lot from them I’m sure.
Recently I was listening to the clock tick and the refrigerator hum and I looked over and noticed that my beloved plant was almost dead. How did I not notice before? I bought Hilga (yes, my plant has a name) in February 2001. I bought her the first weekend in my new apartment over 13 years ago and now the poor thing was near death.
So, I repotted her, moved her to a new part of the house, watered her and I’ve enjoyed watching her. I analyze each branch for any sign of life.
Olivia has enjoyed it too and even drew a picture of her. (And, yes, she probably had about that many leaves. LOL!)
Her bare, brown branches are turning green with the hope of new leaves. This has been quite therapeutic for me. If a plant can come back after years of neglect, maybe I can return after years of neglecting myself? Maybe there is hope for me?
Friday, April 11, 2014
Wednesday, April 9, 2014
Wednesday, April 9, 2014

This morning, we repotted Hilga, my 13 yr old plant. I bought her the weekend I moved out of my parents' house in February 2001. She has needed a lot of love lately. She now has a new pot and a new place in the house.

The rest of the day was pretty crappy. I managed to lock myself out of the house. Abigail and I were going for a walk and when I got the stroller out of the back of the van, I left my phone. I had my house key, so I went around to the front door and found that I had locked the storm door. So I could not get in the house and I didn't have my phone to call anyone.
I ended up going to a neighbor's house to use their phone to call Ryan who had to leave work to let us in. We played in the sandbox a really long time. I sifted out like one hundred rolly pollies. It's a breeding ground for them apparently, but not a very good one as they were all dead. And then Abigail had a big blowout and I didn't have the diaper bag. Ugh. It's been an awful afternoon!! I'm happy to be inside now. 😉
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