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I'm in love with a big cool sprog
Apparently Ben & Jerry's makes a Liz Lemon flavor (lemon with swirls of blueberry and lavender), which I found out when the Kiddo spotted it in the freezer aisle and sang out (with jazz hands), "That's AWESOME!"
She's seven this week, we spent the whole day shopping for school, and she is far more awesome than Liz Lemon. She's real for one thing, she's my daughter, and I really do think we have a shot at also being good friends if we can get over the hump of adolescence without major trauma. I say this with such aplomb because we're in the golden age of mid to late childhood, where everything is daisies and buttercups in the valley between the ice-capped death peaks of infancy and puberty.
She's seven, and she loves Liz Lemon, Adele, and The Cardigans cover of Black Sabbath's Iron Man, is learning violin, has read "Charlotte's Web" and is going into second grade in a week. Sometimes my heart just can't fit in my chest when I hug her.
She's seven this week, we spent the whole day shopping for school, and she is far more awesome than Liz Lemon. She's real for one thing, she's my daughter, and I really do think we have a shot at also being good friends if we can get over the hump of adolescence without major trauma. I say this with such aplomb because we're in the golden age of mid to late childhood, where everything is daisies and buttercups in the valley between the ice-capped death peaks of infancy and puberty.
She's seven, and she loves Liz Lemon, Adele, and The Cardigans cover of Black Sabbath's Iron Man, is learning violin, has read "Charlotte's Web" and is going into second grade in a week. Sometimes my heart just can't fit in my chest when I hug her.
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I love this:
"Sometimes my heart just can't fit in my chest when I hug her."