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Archive for January, 2008

name that tune

Ava has knack for writing songs that contain snippets of stolen lyrics from other songs. Here is the song she sang to me this morning when she came in to snuggle. “I first set my eyes on the sweet virgin mama. Through the streets wide and narrow on the silent night Lift your arms up [...]

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“Ava, please stop kicking. You’re splashing the water on the floor.” “Mama, I can’t stop kicking.” “Yes, you can Ava. Stop kicking.” “But Mom, that’s that way that God made me.” “He also made you to obey your Mama.” “But Mom, He made everyone different.” “Yes He did, but He also told everyone to obey [...]

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something red… It’s “Ava safe up in her little tree”–MCK Mama Wow, MCK Mama that was fast. Why is the bird Ava? “Ava means ‘bird’”–MCK Mama Whoa, you are on fire. I believe your surprisingly deft observation skills and keen name etymology insight are worthy of a prize. Don’t you? So, I’m sending you a [...]

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Oh, you’re here. This is great. I was worried all night that people were going to get lost or that Blogger wouldn’t do its redirect thing or that I set this up wrong, but look you’re here! Yay! I, for one, am so happy that you are here. Ahh, the badgers–they’ve taken over the blog. [...]

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What goes up must come down. Thankfully, Ava’s body temperature adheres to the law of gravity. And like her bright yellow, cheer-me-up balloon, Ava’s temperature has finally come down to rest a more comfortable level. Thank you so much for your prayers and concerns. A quick survey of our abundance of laundry and bareness of [...]

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all we know is

all we know and that is Ava still has a fever, sitting steady at 102.7, and her vocal cords are still very much intact. After a round of tests, including a throat swap that made Ava cough and cry, and a physical exam, we know nothing more than that Ava has a fever. The doctor [...]

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differing degrees

102.7˚ –Ava’s temperature at the last reading, a reading that took two tries and twice as many tears. 45˚–The angle in which Ava has cuddled on my lap and whispered, “you are my Sweetie Mama,” “Mama, I love your face,” and the like to me for the past eight hours. 0˚–Her current position, due to [...]

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