tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-205929052011-07-07T21:05:09.090-05:00about literature, music, faith, parenting, food, sewing... anything reallyjulianalovespyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13888699865844959964noreply@blogger.comBlogger941100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20592905.post-90765070774962994832010-08-30T21:28:00.003-05:002010-08-30T21:30:00.652-05:00

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For the past few years, I have been saying that Time has no meaning whatsoever because I blink and another year has passed. I can never figure out how Butterfly got so big when I could swear she was just born 6 months ago. And it is utterly impossible - but very true - that my little brother is having his 20th high school reunion this year.In the last 20 days, though, Time has made my head spin

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I've always thought Butterfly was fairly creative. She has a huge imagination and uses it well. For example, she pretends to be at least 10 different animals or people per day, all with elaborate outfits, elaborate names with equally elaborate meanings. So when my mother-in-law gave us a book on raising creative children a couple of Christmases ago, I thought it would be full of great tips. I

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This conversation happened today:"Butterfly, could you please put on some pants or a skirt? Tyler is coming over for a guitar lesson and you need to get dressed. It's not very polite to show strangers your panties. They are private."She leaned over, cupped her mouth with one hand like she was telling me a secret and whispered conspiratorially."But he's a Facebook Friend."

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This was a conversation I had with Butterfly today after we talked about how important it is to obey. (Especially in the parking lot.)B: Mommy, the baby Bunny always obeys the Mama Bunny. It's called obeyment.Me: Wow, that's a great made-up word, ButterflyB.B: I didn't make it up.Me: Where did you learn it?B: I learned it from myself. It's not like a mint that you eat. It's like agreement or ____

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(This is for all my bibliophile friends, who will certainly appreciate my glee. It will bore the rest of you to tears.)On our quick trip to Rob's grandmother's house last weekend, we had a chance to go through his late grandfather's extensive and dusty library and take home whatever books we wanted. It was magnificently fun.A little background: Mr. H -- actually Lt. Colonel (retired) H -- was an

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Outside my window... I hear A Duet For Mower And Weedeater playingI am thinking... about organizing my dayFrom the learning rooms... Moonlight Sonata, To A Wild Rose and Notturno await meI am thankful for... an enchanting little girl who kisses me a hundred times a dayFrom the kitchen... the dishwasher is begging me to unload itI am wearing... a dark-brown, ankle-length, tiered skirt and a

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Butterfly hates getting her hair washed.  In retrospect, I regret being so careful with water when she was a baby, never letting it get in her face and eyes.  I thought I was being kind because I don't particularly like water in my own face, but I realize now that I missed my opportunity to desensitize her to it.  Now she hates the thought of a single drop getting near her face, which will be a

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I had never imaginednot onceuntil yesterdaythat those magical daysof wanderingthrough the woodswith an all-day suckerstaying in earshotof the chainsawand laterthe axe's chop and clackexploring the mysteriousdark creek down in thebottomI didn't know those momentscould be rememberedas anything butadventurous, luxuriousexcitingbut nowI think of your freezing handsyour aching muscleslifting the axe

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"From A Wigwam" was the first song I learned to play on the piano that I really liked. It was on the last page of the book Teaching Little Fingers To Play, and it was a 'hands-together' song. Not only that, but my left hand played two notes at once for the entire song. Those two notes provided the Indian drum-type rhythm while my right hand played the 'Ba ba, Ba ba-ba bam' part. It was very

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We seem to be in a parenting stage in which Butterfly does not see the need to do what Mommy and Daddy say.  We have been discussing obedience for quite a while.  Since she is so verbal for her age and sounds much older than she actually is, it is sometimes difficult to know how much to expect from her.  After all, she won't be three until the end of next month.Today at the library, Butterfly

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To honor the life and commemorate the death of Alexandr Solzhenitsyn, who died Sunday at the age of 89, I am reposting one of my earlier entries. I hope he had those many days of joy that were just a preview of the eternity of delight he is surely now experiencing.Here's a quote from Cancer Ward, by Alexandr Solzhenitsyn, one of my favorite novels (and authors) ever: The author is describing

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I came from that small town in south Georgia you hear about on the news occasionally -- the one where all the peaches die every year and nobody knows why.  They've had all these scientific people in from Atlanta digging up dirt and checking on the weather ever since it started about seven years ago, but all anybody can come up with is that it's a 'natural phenomenon'.  That means they just can't

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The funniest thing happened to me last Saturday:  after I posted the story of the sewing elves' visit, they magically re-appeared!  I think they like the publicity.This time, we constructed a maxi-dress for Butterfly.  I had a couple of really pretty cotton scraps from my grandmother's house.  It looked like someone had re-purposed an old table cloth or sheet, and I had the leftover pieces.   

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This week we made a tutu for the butterfly.  She thinks it is too puffy, unfortunately.   So maybe next time we'll go for less poof.I would really like to make one for myself...maybe in silver.  But I wonder, would I just be embarrassing other people to wear it at my age?  Shouldn't I care about the feelings of others, maybe just as a public service?But when one doesn't think of doing something

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Last month, I posted a picture of Butterfly in my brother's wedding wearing her flower-girl dress made in my very own home by sewing elves.  Here is the rest of the story:My brother asked us last year if Butterfly could be a flower-girl in his beach wedding in May.  At the time, I thought to myself, "Maybe I could make her a flow-y little dress.  That would be fun!"Fast-forward to the week before

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I promised myself I would not employ that phrase in my maternal vocabulary.   I told my naivety it is only fair to a child to give her a good reason for whatever you were wanting her to do.  I assumed it would only take a little imagination and creativity to come up with sufficient answers to the inevitable challenges to my authority.And then somehow, somewhere, someone (obviously inspired by the

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Butterfly was the flower girl in my brother's recent beach wedding. Here's a picture to tide you over until I write about the sewing elves who came to my house and created a little dress for her to wear.  I will post that story, really. I will do it at least before she grows up.

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I have been pondering The Case Of The Vanishing Breakfast for sometime. Each day, as I prepare my morning meal, I serve myself generous portions - surely more than I will need. After the tasty repast has been consumed, however, I find that my tummy is not full, and I can usually only remember taking a couple of bites.  What happened to all that food if it did not reach its planned destination?  I

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These little dimpled elbows were much yummier than the bread we made that day.

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My husband just e-mailed me asking for the text of a love sonnet he wrote me for our third anniversary.  He just found out about a love sonnet contest at Prairie Home Companion today, the day of the deadline.  Since I typed it all out for him, I thought I'd share it with you as well.In keeping with our own anniversary traditions, he wrote this poem on leather, the customary third anniversary gift

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Have I mentioned that after a lifetime of suffering, my husband is no longer allergic to Spring?  And maybe even dogs?  Here is the marvelous story:For about a month and a half, we have been drinking daily Green Smoothies consisting of frozen fruit (usually mangos & pineapples), bananas, spinach and water - all blended up into a delicious and delightfully green smoothie.  Rob also adds

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Our dear friend Eric is getting married next month after patiently waiting years and years for the right woman.  To say we are thrilled for them would be an gigantic understatement.

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This morning Rob and I were awakened around 6-ish by the giggly laughter of the Butterfly.  It was a lovely sound to hear first thing in the morning. It became even lovelier when we realized she was still asleep and was laughing in her dreams.  So we smiled sleepy smiles at each other and dove back into our own dreams.Then this afternoon, she fell asleep in the car.  While stopped at a stop sign,

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Butterfly and I had our first conversation about death this morning. B:  What is that, Mommy?M:  It is a dead bug.B:  A dead bug?M:  Yes.B:  I want to look at it.M:  You can go look at it, but don't touch it.  It is dirty.  I need to throw it away.B:  You want to hold it?M:  No, it's dirty!B:  It can move around?M:  No, it can't move around.  It's dead.B:  You get some batteries?M:  (unable to

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(Thank you to Shlog for the images and posting.)

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"I'm a sunshine.  I'm very bright," said the Butterfly to the Mommy.

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Barack Obama spoke today in Philadelphia about the condition of race relations in our country. It was one of the most encouraging and truthful speeches I have ever read. (I haven't had a chance to listen to it yet.) Here's an excerpt:But I have asserted a firm conviction -- a conviction rooted in my faith in God and my faith in the American people -- that working together we can move beyond

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Well, I am going to make a dress.  Or maybe I should say, I am going to try to make a dress.For my birthday, my mother took me shopping for a present, and I chose to get the above pattern, some gorgeous fabric, and a few fun notions to make the fabulous vintage-looking wrap dress on the right.  Here's the fabric:I am really excited, and if I must confess, more than a little nervous.  I had a

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Recently, Butterfly (or should I say Bunny...), who is not-yet-two-and-a-half, has amused and astounded me with what comes out of her mouth.Yesterday evening, we were walking to the car and were about to go home for dinner.  She said, "I am so hungry.  It's hard to think."Then this morning, I came downstairs after my shower to find her eating with Daddy, and she said, "Your outfit.  I like it

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Hiding behind the sheers, she shows us those chocolate eyes.

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In a couple of weeks from now, on April 4th, we will remember a sad day in history: the 40th anniversary of the assassination of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.  Today I read a very inspiring article about him.   I hope you will read it and be encouraged as well.  The author says the following about Dr. King: He was able to bring corporations to the point of acquiescence without resorting to

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The other day in my dining room, there was a flock of farm animals grazing upon a lovely red meadow. They were lovingly tended by a happy little farmer.  No candy on earth is as sweet.

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For my next Virtual Birthday Present, I would like to have a power blender.  I would take either a Blendtec or a Vita-Mix because they are both amazingly powerful. We received a KitchenAid blender as a wedding gift, and I always thought it was the best blender ever.  But that was before I heard of these Power Blenders.  Apparently, you can blend up a car in these machines because they are so

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Here's the fanciest Virtual Birthday Present I am giving myself this year.  It is the ZAP-X 100% electric car.  Here are some of the vitals:Speed:  0 to 60 in 4.8 seconds; top speed 155 mphMileage:  about 1 cent per mileRange:  350 miles per charge; 10 minute re-charge; 9,000 life cyclesInterior:  Seating for 5 + 2 with European ergonomic designCarputer:  All electronic touch screen with Windows

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First of all, I cannot even think of giving myself anything for my virtual birthday (even imaginary) until I first get these things:A Child and Family ReunionA New Mother and Baby KitAn All-Inclusive Mongolian GerA Sewing Machine and Training A Girl's BicycleA Pair of GoatsSome Fruit TreesWouldn't you like to get some of your own?

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My younger brother told me recently, when I congratulated him on reaching the ripe age of 36, that I was almost forty.  I told him that I am NOT almost forty; I am almost thirty-nine.  (I think it looks better written out like that - not so shockingly large, I think.) Today is the last day I can officially be almost thirty-nine because tomorrow I will be actually thirty-nine.  And on this, my

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I think she got excited about everything matching.

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After so much despondency in the last blaaaahg, I had to tell you about Sunday's perfect day.  It included the following wonderful elements: My husband got up with Butterfly and I slept an extra hourI got to see fun friends at churchOur brand new pastor encouraged us that it is never too late to invest in those old dreams I had lunch with my husband, my angelic child & a marvelous friend OUTSIDE

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I have had an unwelcome visit from a stomach flu bug, and in addition to the physical unpleasantness, the extraneous disappointments have really gotten to me this time. I was really doing well on The Green Smoothie Challenge and was on my 10th day in a row of yummy, healthy green-ness. (I started a week early.)  However, now I feel like I never want anything green ever again.A while ago, I banned

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I've been wondering why we call this year Leap Year and today LeapDay. Most of the definitions for leap refer to jumping over or passing over something.  But this is the one year we don't skip a day.  Shouldn't the other years be leap years and this one be called Amplification Year?  Or something a little less antonymic than Leap Year?What do you think?

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I wasn't feeling well today, so I watched some mindless tv on the web while my daughter watched Curious George on the real television.  And there is no doubt Butterfly was on the higher entertainment echelon.  It was one of those shows where they used to all be high school kids, but now they are all adults because they skipped a few years between seasons.  So they were showing a flashback from 3

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Yesterday, Butterfly showed me this picture from one of her books and said, "I want to wear this dress, Mommy."The night before, she wanted to wear bunny pajamas like the ones in another book.  I had to convince her that the Kitty Ballerina pajamas were MUCH better because the Kitty Ballerinas would be dancing on her tummy and into her dreams when she was sleeping. She is not quite two and a half

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(This is the SIXTH of six interesting/quirky/random things about me.)Recently, I discovered that I have a form of synesthesia, which is "a neurologically-based phenomenon in which stimulation of one sensory or cognitive pathway leads to automatic, involuntary experiences in a second sensory or cognitive pathway".  I have the Spatial Sequence or Number Form type of synesthesia, where "numbers,

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(This is the FIFTH of six interesting/quirky/random things about myself.)I am center-brained. I am neither left-brained or right-brained, according to the tests I have taken. I am also neither auditory or visual when it comes to processing information. Sometimes I solve a problem using my left brain, and at other times I solve the same problem using the right side. Sometimes I process

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(This is the Fourth of six interesting/quirky/random things about myself.)I love to do crossword puzzles.   I think I inherited it from my grandmother, who would always sit in her beauty shop between customers and do the puzzle in the back of Star magazine, back when it looked like a newspaper insert.  When she finished that one, she'd always have a whole book full of them ready to be solved with

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(This is the THIRD of six interesting/quirky/random things about myself.)I love to do and make creative things.  Once upon a time, I was afraid to create because I thought that what I created would not be 'good enough' or 'perfect enough' or whatever enough. However, I have had the great privilege to be surrounded by creative friends who MUST create to live, and they have all encouraged me SO

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(The SECOND of six interesting/quirky/random things about me.) Because of my interest in genealogy, I love to make family trees.  I can fill in my own completely for 5 generations, and incompletely lots further back.  I made my parents this really huge one for Christmas, which you can see in a larger file here.  It includes all the full names & birth dates that I had available (and that would

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My friend, Her Royal Excitedness, has 'tagged' me from her blog to write six interesting/quirky/random things about myself.  I think her words were something like,"since she hasn't written anything on her blog since September and she probably has a great list".Well, it is TRUE that I haven't written anything since September, but I don't know if I can come up with anything about myself other than

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Lately, Butterfly has been having a difficult time when her opinion of what needs to happen differs from her parents' opinions of the same.The resulting drama can be quite annoying EXCEPT that usually amidst her quite tragic tears, she will sob out, "Oh Baby Butterfly, Baby Butterfly." (using her real name, of course.)It cracks us up every time. I don't know if she is trying to comfort herself

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Butterfly in the studio recording her latest album, "The Pin-sy Spider (aka Itsy-Bitsy Spider)", the follow-up to her last best-selller, "Now I Know My A B D's".

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Inspired by Her Royal Excitedness and her Conversations With Judah, here is the first installment of Conversations With Butterfly. These are some of the fun moments I can remember right now. There have been SO many more.(Keep in mind that Butterfly is not quite two. She is rather loquacious, however, which is her first discernible resemblance to her mother.)SETTING: Several months ago while

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1. Turn yourself into a work of art.2. Make some snowflakes and flowers.3. Crash the Line Rider.4. Send an e-mail to your future self.5. Write a One Sentence Story.6. Show a toddler these animals.7. BEST OF ALL.....buy a goat.

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My husband wrote me another poem last week, and it encouraged me so. I hope you like, too.An introspection--Crowds bustle through motionsBirds chatter in hazy summer heatWe, pulled or stayed by currentsof obligationFeel driven like toy boats sometimesBut we are more than what we do.There is more to sunshinethan radiationUnchalked, there rides above usBetween us, some breath, lovethat pulls our

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So as I was saying.....Yeah, it's been 7 months.... Why? Well, I really have no excuse at all. None, whatsoever.But I can give you REASONS, if you want them. Here's my list:1. We've sold one house, moved, bought another, renovated it, and moved again. I am still unpacking.2. I have a very energetic, excited 21-month old fairy baby. (See above photo.)3. I get very little sleep.4. It's

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A Conversation Between Mommy and ButterflyButterfly: Hand (holding up her hand)Mommy: That’s right! That’s your hand! Can you say finger?Butterfly: (blank look)Mommy: Say fin-ger. Fffffffin-ger. Ffffffin-ger. Can you say it?Butterfly: (blank look)Mommy: Try to say it - fffffffin-ger.Butterfly: Blah-blah! (with the perfect inflection)Mommy: (laughing) That’s sooo funny! Are those

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Well, we sold the non-hypo-allergenic house after only 5 days on the market. What? How could we sell the house six months after we bought it? Perhaps this little sonnet (with no rhyme-scheme; iambic pentameter was hard enough) could give some insight.SONNET FOR A SOLD HOUSEHow could we sell thee? Let me count the ways.I will sell thee for the heights you’re dreadedElectricity bills were in

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Yesterday, Rob and I were sitting on the bed with Butterfly and we were all looking at the new clothes she got for her birthday. [It was Friday...she’s officially one!] She picked up one of her shirts, held it up to her chest, and looked in the chifforobe mirror that was near the bed. Then, she held it up to me and clearly indicated that I was to put it on her. I did, and she looked in the

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The other night Rob and I were playing around with my computer’s camera, which has all these FUN special effects. I haven’t giggled so much in a long time. Here is a mere sampling of the hilarity. Yes, Butterfly, you have silly, silly parents!

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Every year, Rob has given me an anniversary poem written on that year’s symbol: the first year, it was paper - pretty traditional. The second year, it was inked onto a beautiful piece of cotton, and the third, etched leather.The fourth year, the poetry was an adorable baby wrapped in soft linens.This was the year for wood, so my gift Friday was painstakingly carved onto a lovely piece of birch.

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Friday is our fifth wedding anniversary. Five years is a long time...if you count the blink of an eye a long time. I just can’t believe how fast it has flown by.Why, I know it was just a few months ago when I was so giddily riding in that carriage, wondering if the horse was going to drag me, my father & brothers, my flower girl and my ring-bearer into the ditch in a desperate attempt to escape

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If you didn’t know already, we moved to a new house last month. Except that it’s not new, but very old - built in 1926. We are renovating it, and it’s so cute and clean and cozy...in our mind’s eye.We were prepared for the significant task of making new the old; we were told that it would cost more than we thought and would take longer than we imagined. Yes, we knew what we were getting

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O, to go through life as happy as a baby girl in her daddy's arms. Or as happy as her mommy beholding such beauty.

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...to taste the flowers.Then she smiled at me and flew away.Come back soon, little angel.

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I have visited 8% of the earth's countries! See where I've been:And I've visited 70% of the United States. Looks like I need to make a trip out to the northwest.You can create your own maps at World66. Thanks to Ethos for finding this site.

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OK, so I've been famous for 8 months now, and let me tell you, sometimes it's exhausting. I am constantly stalked by cameras catching my every little move. I can't even eat without them snap-snap-snapping away. And forget about me having ANY privacy to practice my new songs or this new language I am learning. Everytime I utter a syllable, that camera is filming, filming, filming. Sometimes

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Six fun links for you on a lovely Sunday evening:1. 'O for cuteness' (said by Mark in his exaggerated Wisconsin accent). For a veritable plethora of so-adorable-you-can't-stand-it, go to Cute Overload.2. Did you know that everyone can now see Mr. Snuffleupagus? Big Bird has finally been vindicated. (That used to really stress me out when I was little. 'He IS real!!!!' I would yell at my

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Isn't this what being a mother is all about?Happy Mother's Day to all mommies out there. May you have lots of cuddles and lots of sleep (and lots of them together).(Photograph from Cute Overload. You MUST visit the cuteness!)

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she knows what's what

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How is it possible to give birth to a child who looks nothing like me?Half her genetic make-up is supposedly derived from me. It must have shown up in her personality & her unwillingness to miss anything by going to sleep.Even her hands and feet look just like her daddy. Good thing he's cute, too.

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Life with the charming little Butterfly gets more entertaining and fun with each new day. She is growing so fast and is so interesting!She is definitely an extrovert and loves to communicate with everyone. (Hmm....I wonder where she got THOSE genes?!!) A couple of weeks ago, she suddenly started waving bye-bye all on her own, so now we've been doing that a lot. (We didn't even realize that

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On Valentine's Day, Butterfly went to her first big concert: Sigur Ros at the Ryman. It was beautiful beyond belief. The loveliness made my chest ache at times, and Butterfly adored it. She sang and sang. Even now, when we play their recordings, she sings along...sometimes she even sounds like the lead singer. (You have to listen to them to understand that...)Anyway, we were able to do that

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(I posted this last night on my MySpace page blog.)Current mood: sleepyToday was very exciting. We got high-speed wireless internet at HOME! We are now in the 21st century - the Information-fast Age! Yippee!!I worked in the information technology for over 8 years, and I still had to call the tech support for Comcast and the ridiculous (but beautiful and fast and dreamy) wireless route to '

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Butterfly has new sunglasses since her stroller shade isn't too impressive, especially when we are walking into the sun. Aren't they glamourous? Especially with that ultra-fashionable bib....Since she doesn't even seem to notice she's wearing them, we don't yet have the problem of her taking them off and trying to snack on them. I guess I'll have to make sure she has toys to chew on when she

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It is because I love you I give you for a MY-birthday present the George Jetson song. To hear it go to my new little website (www.julianalovespy.com) and click on the first link, Come And Get Me, George Jetson.It is my favorite song I've written, and if you like it, feel free to download it by right-clicking on the link. The only thing I ask in return is that you let me know what you think

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I am an amazing person. Incredible, really.Now before you start thinking, 'Wow, she really has a big head', believe me I don't. I've always my whole life felt 'not-good-enough' and just plain inadequate to varying degrees. However, thanks to much LOVE and affection tossed my way throughout the years, I've pretty much gotten that nasty nagging voice down to a teensy-weensy little whisper that

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My husband just had to mail a rather large package (28 lbs, 44" x 14" x 6") this morning, and when he returned from the adventure, he was compelled to write this 'proem'. I had to post it.On Mailing A PackageIt’s amazing how many things can go wrong mailing a packagehow many things you need to remember to bring with youin order to mail said package.You need:• the package• packing tape (if

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It's been a while since I've written, I know, but I've been kind of busy with Butterfly. Also, I didn't have much to say, honestly. But I read this article yesterday, and it so perfectly explains a little of why I am so mad at politicians of all types (conservative, liberal, Republican, Democrat, senators, presidents, etc.). I just had to share:$1,401,104,263.That's how much of our hard-earned

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As you probably are aware, the radical Islamic party, Hamas, has just won 76 of 132 parliamentary seats in the Palestinian government, giving them a majority rule. The opposition party's Prime Minister Ahmed Qureia and his cabinet have resigned as a result.What does this mean for the 'peace process' in the Middle East? Perhaps some clues can be found in these quotes from the Hamas Charter:

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This is for Aurora White and her parents. I think of this every time I see you - hope you are feeling better now!Not Every Day an Aurora Borealis for Your BirthdayIt is because I love you I give you for a birthday present the aurora borealis.It was a long trip I took carrying the aurora borealis to you. Slippery is the aurora borealis. You think you have a hold of it - but it is sliding away

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Here's a hodgepodge entry today. First, you must listen to the cute Butterfly speak here. Isn't she adorable? These are her happy coos. She also has some frustrated coos, as well.I read in my baby book (The Baby Book, by William Sears & Martha Sears -- the BEST ever) that if parents respond quickly to their baby's cries and cues, then the baby learns that it doesn't need to cry for it's needs

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This has been running around in my head for weeks and just came together this morning:My baby is made of sugarI don't know if you are awareShe has chocolate eyesAnd lollipop lipsAnd strawberries in her hairMy baby is made of sugarConfectioner's I believeCotton candy for cheeksAnd a gumdrop noseIt's something you just have to seeMy baby is made of sugarFrom her head down to her feetWith her

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I couldn't have said it better myself:"I want to throw a Mexican-themed party and have a giant pinata in the shape of Ted Kennedy's head."(A quote from JD regarding the Alito confirmation hearings)

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I have discovered the web browser Firefox (via my husband, who tends to discover the tech things first) and have been using it for the last couple of weeks. And WOW! I love it - much more than IE or Safari. I think everyone should try it and experience these fun things:Live Bookmarks: Some web pages have RSS feeds that let your browser know when the pages are updated. Firefox uses this & it

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I guess it's a poetry week. Here's one by the best one of them all - my darling husband. Isn't it lovely?You I LoveSometimes I see your smileyour slope I stop I realize the creatureof beauty before meIt cuts me sometimesthe beauty you wear like a jacketand toss about with as much careand, wrinkled nose, posedisapprovedbefore your gazeYou look a want of newYou somehow, tired of theYou you see,

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I was listening to A Prairie Home Companion in the car recently, and I heard someone reading the end of what seemed to be a poem written from the point of view of a deceased dog talking to his owner. It was hilarious. Unfortunately, I arrived at my destination and had to leave the car before finding out who the reader/author was. So I did some research the other day and discovered that it was

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I have decided that if I never play my songs out live again or never finish recording them, that's ok. I think the BEST thing I could ever do with my voice is sing to this sweet little creature here. Last night, I sang her the song "Baby Mine" when she was crying, and she went from tears to smiles immediately. (I think it's her favorite song currently.) And I realized that there's no audience

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Here is a quote from one of my favorite people, my dear (and clever) husband:There are some ideas and concepts that just punch holes through the web of language and let shine the light of the truth that lies beyond.

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Here's a quote from Cancer Ward, by Alexandr Solzhenitsyn, one of my favorite novels (and authors) ever: The author is describing the character Vera Gangart:Her smile was kind, not so much her smile as the lips themselves. They were vital seperate lips, which seemed about to flutter from her face like a lark into the sky. They were made, as all lips are, for kissing, yet they had other more

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Here's a journal entry I wrote a while ago that I read at the Crucible once. It's posted for Lauri S - at long last!You Are MoreYou are like a bird who soars high and sees farther than I do. You are light and have a beautiful song. Your feathers are made of more colors than I can imagine.But you are more than a bird.You are like a lion. You are bold and brave and can find me when I'm hidden.

julianalovespyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13888699865844959964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20592905.post-1136521488376945702006-01-05T22:09:00.000-06:002006-01-12T23:54:39.640-06:00

My favorite Christmas present this year (except for the Butterfly, of course - though September was a little early for Christmas) was from Rob. He wrote me a song called 'You Bloom'. I talked him into posting the recording, so if you want to hear it, click here.It is now my favorite song, of course. I can't get it out of my head - good thing it's so pretty! Rob is singing & playing guitar and

julianalovespyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13888699865844959964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20592905.post-1136511437979018572006-01-05T19:09:00.000-06:002006-01-12T23:53:46.273-06:00

I just read the most PERFECT description of trying to drive from one place to another in England. It is from a mystery novel my father-in-law gave me. Here it is:Have you ever tried to find a village in England after dark? Night in the desert is nothing to it. You see a sign at last that says 'Whatsit two and a half miles' and you think: Good old Whatsit! Nearly there! Hurrah for England

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Here's a Christmas picture of Baby Butterfly. She is wearing her new legwarmers - aren't they cute? (If you want some, they are available here.)She's also wearing her ever-present bib, since she spits up a LOT, something she inherited from her daddy, according to his parents. The biggest problem with that is NOT the laundry it generates or the fact that we need tons of bibs and burpcloths.

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Well, I've decided to start a blog. Why? Here are some reasons:1. I have not-so-much adult conversation in my life currently since I'm home with Baby Butterfly, and I MUST get these thoughts out of my head.2. I have discovered the art of surfing the net of late (one of the only things possible to do while simultaneously nursing a newborn) and am constantly finding really interesting things

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