{"id":531,"date":"2008-01-29T20:45:00","date_gmt":"2008-01-29T20:45:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/tessa.datdec.com\/wordpress\/?p=531"},"modified":"2008-01-29T20:45:00","modified_gmt":"2008-01-29T20:45:00","slug":"i-love-my-family","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/familyblog.datdec.com\/?p=531","title":{"rendered":"I love my family."},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a onblur=\"try\n    {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/_xGc8ytldDks\/R5_nkujRsuI\/AAAAAAAACeA\/injeu6hGHtc\/s1600-h\/IMG_0897.JPG\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer;\n    cursor:hand;\" src=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/_xGc8ytldDks\/R5_nkujRsuI\/AAAAAAAACeA\/injeu6hGHtc\/s200\/IMG_0897.JPG\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161098316147176162\" \/><\/a>I&#8217;ve been kind of a wreck lately with a<br \/>\n    persistent (chronic, says the doc) sciatica and too much mental<br \/>\n    time on my hands to debate every minuscule decision I make.<br \/>\n    Since when am I such a worrier?? But when I get too crabby I<br \/>\n    try to step back and realize what a wonderful life I have. Food<br \/>\n    in the cabinets, gas in the car (cars!), a nice, warm, safe<br \/>\n    roof over my head. Life is good. <\/p>\n<p><a onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e)\n    {}\" href=\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/_xGc8ytldDks\/R5_nlOjRsvI\/AAAAAAAACeI\/KZnv0FQbmW4\/s1600-h\/IMG_0903.JPG\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer;\n    cursor:hand;\" src=\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/_xGc8ytldDks\/R5_nlOjRsvI\/AAAAAAAACeI\/KZnv0FQbmW4\/s200\/IMG_0903.JPG\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161098324737110770\" \/><\/a>It&#8217;s been really neat watch Lex with our 3yr<br \/>\n    old. He is so analytical and precise and she has such an<br \/>\n    imagination. We made biscuits today and Lex and I always use<br \/>\n    the alphabet cookie cutters. She wanted to use hearts and it<br \/>\n    kind of threw Lex for a loop. Then she started insisting the<br \/>\n    &#8220;V&#8221; cutter was a heart and the &#8220;D&#8221; was a window and he just<br \/>\n    stared at her with such a &#8220;what the hell are you saying???&#8221;<br \/>\n    kind of look. It was great. I think this is really good for<br \/>\n    him. <\/p>\n<p><a onblur=\"try\n    {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_xGc8ytldDks\/R5_nj-jRstI\/AAAAAAAACd4\/ebbplW1Cyrs\/s1600-h\/IMG_0890.JPG\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer;\n    cursor:hand;\" src=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_xGc8ytldDks\/R5_nj-jRstI\/AAAAAAAACd4\/ebbplW1Cyrs\/s200\/IMG_0890.JPG\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161098303262274258\" \/><\/a>Eve is on the go these days, and starting to let<br \/>\n    go. I&#8217;ve seen her stand, unassisted, for several seconds before<br \/>\n    plopping on her padded bum. You can also take her hand (just<br \/>\n    one) and she will walk across the room with you. Assuming she<br \/>\n    wants to go that way, of course :) Otherwise she plops right<br \/>\n    down and keeps at whatever she was doing (like eating a book or<br \/>\n    banging on the tv!) Tonight while we were reading bedtime<br \/>\n    stories she was on my lap jabbering away, rubbing Lex&#8217;s head,<br \/>\n    saying &#8220;gentle&#8221; (in her own way), and chewing on my face and<br \/>\n    neck. She was so entertaining that I was having trouble reading<br \/>\n    the stories. Fortunately Lex was equally amused and was holding<br \/>\n    her hand and being playful. <\/p>\n<p>How is it<br \/>\n    possible that I get so down?? (rhetorical question, of course,<br \/>\n    I know the answers)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;ve been kind of a wreck lately with a persistent (chronic, says the doc) sciatica and too much mental time on my hands to debate every minuscule decision I make. Since when am I such a worrier?? 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