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...and to celebrate, Henry spent the evening enjoying the feel of the breeze on his own tail end. After a post-nap trip to the powder room, he emerged sans everything but a shirt. He spied me sitting in front of the computer and ran over, asking if he could watch Christmas Lights "without underpants, without pants, and without socks on?" Naturally I said yes. Then when Dave called us in to dinner, he asked if he could eat his pepperoni pizza "without underpants, without pants, and without socks on?" Of course, we said yes. Soon after, he asked if he could play his drum set "without underpants, without pants, and without socks on?" Those two practically go hand in hand, so there was no way we could say no. Getting him ready for bed tonight will be a lot easier with a couple of the usual barriers removed.

It's hard to believe November is almost over. We've got lots of Christmassy activities on our schedule over the next few weeks: rides on the Polar Express, breakfast with Santa, tree-lighting ceremonies, parades, cinnamon applesauce ornament making, and Henry's personal favorite, a nighttime car ride where we eat donuts and drive around looking at everyone's Christmas lights. There's a lot to look forward to.

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Those of you with little kids know how hard it is to get a toddler/preschooler to go at the speed (or focus) of adult time. There is no getting out of the house in a matter of minutes. The simplest things, such as getting a coat on, can take forever, and can often be very frustrating, sometimes resulting in all parties being a wee bit peeved with one another. Plus, no matter how early you start on trying to get things to happen in a timely manner, you're inevitably ten to fifteen minutes late.

Sometimes it's nice to kick back and go out into the world with absolutely no plans whatsoever. It's much easier to go with the flow of preschooler time than the other way around. This afternoon we set out for downtown, the only goal being getting lunch somewhere. We stopped at the park for ten minutes, stepped on burrs, stopped by the yarn shop, had lunch at a restaurant that Henry chose, purchased a candy cane, popped by the jeweler for a new watchband and battery, bought milk for a certain someone, then stopped at the toy store for an extended visit with our favorite salesperson. It was a great afternoon. We need to do that sort of thing more often.

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Today Henry, Dave, and his mom decided to see what Henry would think of watching a movie in an actual theater. Since he loved Madagascar, the sequel seemed like the best case scenario for piquing his interest. They all piled into the car and headed for the local mall/cineplex, while I looked ahead to four hours of time all to myself. Items on my list of things to do: shower, call my parents, read some of the 3rd installment of the Twilight series, make turkey hash, make turkey soup, work on my hat. I was really looking forward to the afternoon. After showering and talking to my parents, I grabbed the grocery list and headed out the door. I couldn't shake the feeling that I was forgetting something major. I shrugged off the feeling, only realizing what I'd forgotten as soon as I'd shut the door: my house keys. Sometimes the front door can be stubborn about closing, but it was shut up tight this time. I went to the back of the house to see if by some miracle the back door was unlocked. It wasn't. I tried our faulty bathroom window. Shut up tight. I couldn't call the people who have our spare set of keys because they're conveniently enjoying themselves up in New Hampshire. I popped by their house to see if I could find the spare key to their place, but it's not where it used to be. While I was wandering aimlessly around their barn, I saw their tool boxes. A plan started percolating in my brain and after mapping out how I envisioned it working, I made off with one of their tools and headed home. So, after a bit of finagling and prying and other verbs, I managed to break into my house using the ice scraper we keep in our car and one of those keys you use to take the lids off of paint cans. MacGyver's got nothing on me. If I wasn't so embarrassed about having locked myself out of the house, I'd be feeling pretty smug right now.

Three lessons I've learned today: 1) give spare keys out to more friends. 2) our dog is not a guard dog. She barked once or twice while all of this was going on, but never even bothered to get out of bed to investigate. 3) Henry hates movie theaters. They're scary.

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The stuffing is in the turkey, the turkey is in the oven, and the giblets are simmering away on the stove top. It must be Thanksgiving. We watched the parade this morning. Henry was semi-into it this year. He enjoyed playing the drums along with some of the showtunes/marching bands. He got pretty wound up until he stepped on one of toes wrong. After a bit of a crying jag he settled onto the couch with a bowl of Honeybunnies and his brand new pair of Lightening McQueen slippers (courtesy of Grandma) and convalesced for about 30 minutes. Then he was off again, a slight limp not being much of an obstacle. He hasn't stopped since.

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Also: Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

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While perusing the racks at the local yarn shop, I came across this hat. I picked up a skein of O-Wool Balance in a purple tone (although it looks dark in the picture, I think it might be Amethyst). I have no hats for the winter so I thought this would be a good quick project to get me back into the knitting swing of things. You work up the band first, and unfortunately my cables are looking a little nebulous. I'm generally too lazy to use a cable needle and instead hold the stitches forward or back with my fingers, but I'm thinking that might be half of my problem so I'm going to suck it up and do it the way you're supposed to.

I bought some other skeins of dark maroon yarn to make up fingerless gloves with a matching hat, but when I spied these in the movie Twilight, I decided to try and make up my own pair. I can't find a decent picture of them, but they're long in what looks like a fairly bulky weight yarn. Can't wait to see if I can make a decent pattern for them on my own.

Also: one more day until the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade!

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Two more days until the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade!

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Today at school each of the kids made a Thanksgiving tree, and hanging from each tree were leaves upon which were written the things they were thankful for. I didn't expect any of Henry's leaves to have anything on them because I assumed he was a little too young to get the concept, but lo and behold, I was wrong. Written on one leaf was "I am thankful for fish, a little fish and a big fish." As soon as I read it I got a little teary. One of the teachers came over and asked if we have fish at home, and I said no, that "little fish" is what Henry calls himself, and "big fish" is what he calls his dad. Isn't that SO CUTE? Sigh.

Dave and I went and saw "Twilight" yesterday. He made me buy the tickets because he was too embarrassed to. I did buy them, but I also told the women working the ticket counter why I was buying them and not my husband. There was a quite a bit of cackling going on at his expense. The movie was okay. If I was 14, I would definitely still be actively swooning, but since I'm not, it was just okay. I think I would have liked it more if I hadn't read the book. This theory is supported by the fact that it appears Dave liked it more than I did. I can't decide if it's because I knew what had been cut and/or moved around, or if it's because reading a book is a more personal experience than watching a movie, so I was bound to not like someone else's visualization of things that I'd already mapped out for myself. One thing I will say, the characters were all very well cast. Let's see, what else? Bella had great hair. Oh, and the guy who played Jacob was adorable, so I hope he's recast in the next movie. Meanwhile, I haven't purchased the third book yet, but really, it's only a matter of time.

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Dave and I are about to head out to do our part to ensure that the second book in the Twilight series is made into a movie. Well, that's why I'm going. Dave's going strictly for the popcorn. I can't wait to see this movie.

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More fun with Henry. He's certainly testing every limit he can think of. Of course, the real fun began after he decided to stay awake for his entire nap, despite the dark room and the soothing hum of his humidifier. Nothing like a three-year-old with red-rimmed eyes actively ignoring you and the wisdom that has come with thirty-three years spent walking around on this planet. Kids are great. And then sometime kids are even better when you drop them off at your best friend's house so you can drag your husband to see a vampire movie that's geared towards fourteen-year-old girls. Man, am I looking forward to tomorrow.

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Henry was a holy stinkin' terror yesterday. Wouldn't listen to me. Did the opposite of everything I would ask him to. By the end of the day, my patience was entirely gone. Actually, by naptime my patience was gone. Dave offered to put him to bed but by that point I wanted to see the whole ordeal all the way to the bitter end. No way was I going to lose out on the satisfaction that closing the door on him for the rest of the night would bring. Sounds terrible, doesn't it? Some days are like that though.

Yesterday morning, I watched my friend's kid during playgroup and then brought him home with us afterward. It couldn't have happened on a better day because at least one member of the 3-and-under-set was listening to me and doing what I asked, on top of being an all around pleasant kid.

This morning I took a deep breath, opened the door to his room to get him up, and sure enough Henry was pushing limits right away. This time, though, I immediately plopped him on a chair and left him to stew for approximately five minutes, no second chances. Within three minutes he was right back on the chair. Since the second time-out, he's been pretty good. Right now he's blissfully snoozing away upstairs. Lucky kid.

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I had an inspiration for today's post, but it's now gone the way of the dinosaurs. Instead, I'll tell you about how when we came downstairs this morning, Henry proclaimed it was dark in the house. I asked him if he'd like me to turn some lights on and he said "No. We don't want to waste energy."

Also: IT'S SNOWING!!!!

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Today I joined Curves. I want to start doing some strength training, but don't know enough about it to venture up to the University gym to try and figure things out myself. I thought Curves would be a good starting point. We'll see how that goes.

Meanwhile, I have great friends. One of them offers to make me cookies to keep in the freezer for emergencies, and another one drops off homemade beef stew because she knew I wasn't feeling well. Throw in a couple more who lend me cars or keep me laughing and occupied while I'm juggling a sore throat with a three-year-old all on my own, and you pretty much have the makings of someone who feels very lucky to have the people she has in her life. Thanks guys!

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Yesterday evening Henry and I watched "Peter Pan" and ate cookies. Then we started "Aladdin", which, as it turns out, is perhaps a little too scary for a three year old. At one point Henry picked up Owl and asked him if he was scared of the tiger. Owl apparently said yes, so while Henry cuddled him, I switched the dvd out in favor of Nemo instead. Let's here it for Owl's honesty.

Now that he's on his way home, I can confess that Dave's been out of town since Sunday morning. Not that big a deal until I woke up yesterday feeling less than stellar. I used to wonder how people ever managed to take care of dogs by themselves, because even if you have a fever and feel like you're dying, the dog still needs to go out for a walk. Now that I have a kid, I don't know how single parents do it because even when you're able to finagle a situation where you're not as "on" as you usually are, you're still pretty on, and when you're a one man show, it's tough to resist the urge to put your kid to bed for the night at 5PM just to get a little bit of a break.

In other fascinating news, while Dave was out of town, my friend lent me her Jeep Cherokee Sport so I could take Henry to school and then to the grocery store (Where we bought a gigantic bottle of extra-strength Tylenol and two different kinds of pre-made cookie dough. Where we also ran into another woman I know who was keeping three kids in line while I tried to hide the contents of my shopping basket. I was so ashamed.) and finally back home again. The first few times I walked around the corner of the house and saw her car in the driveway I started looking around for her, thinking she had stopped by for a visit. It was sad. Anyway, the point of this story is I now want a Jeep Cherokee Sport, and since I already have one sitting in my driveway, I've decided not to give it back. Sorry. And thanks!

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I'm feeling again like I'm coming down with yet another something. After I dropped Henry off at school I came home, walked the dog, then climbed back into bed to try and warm up. Gah. Since I'm barely hanging in there, Henry and I went to the video store and picked up Peter Pan and Alladin, then headed over to the grocery store for some Tylenol and chocolate chip cookies. It's going to be the best evening of Henry's life.

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1. Dandelion leaves turn red in the Fall. Henry and I were taking Flash for a walk when I happened to look down at the ground and noticed splashes of red everywhere. They were all dandelions turning color. Very pretty.

2. Putting Henry's owl doll in a little Baby Alive diaper makes Henry extremely happy. It also induces very strong maternal feelings toward Owl, who was gingerly carried upstairs, told how cute he was in his diaper, then tucked into bed on his very own pillow, which is right next to Henry's.

3. Gale Harold is on Desperate Housewives. Suddenly that show might actually be worth watching.

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Gravity has a regular habit of winning Elsa's battle to stay vertical and so every once in a while when we're all hanging out, Kim and I will hear a loud thump, and upon investigation we'll sometimes find Elsa sprawled on the floor on her tummy. Henry's used to this, and being a gentleman, always runs and asks her if she's okay.

The other day Henry and I were hanging out at Elsa and Kim's house. There was a lot of pretend swimming, pretend eating, and real pleading for apple cider (at least on the part of Henry) going on. At one point Elsa decided that Henry needed a big hug, so she ran over and put her arms around him. He squirmed and yelled "No! No! No hugs!" until she let him go. Kim told Elsa that she didn't think Henry wanted to be hugged and that she needed to ask him first anyway. After hearing this, Elsa turned to look at Henry, who was looking at her warily. After a few seconds deliberation, she decided to go for it anyway and lunged after him, at which point Henry turned and ran for his life. They charged around the house at full blast, eventually ending up back in the living room. Elsa gave Henry a big hug from behind despite his loud protestations, then turned and walked away. She then went and sat at one of the chairs at her little table, purposely fell off, and landed with a thud on the floor. Henry ran over saying "Are you okay, Elsa? Are you okay?" She said "Yes", then she held her arms out and said "Henry pick Elsa up? Henry pick Elsa up?" I turned to Kim and told her that Elsa definitely has some Southern in her.

Henry may be older, but Elsa is, without a doubt, wiser.

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The soup was delicious, but didn't work any magic other than the sheer joy that dumplings can bring to the table. As soon as I finish this post (any second now, really) I'm going to be making a spinach pie recipe that a Greek friend of mine gave me at the beginning of the summer. Now this is a magic recipe, because I know for a fact that after Dave had it for the first time, he loved me a little bit more than he did before he tucked into it.

This evening we're off to visit with Mr. L at the nursing home. We haven't seen him since we celebrated his May birthday last June. All of us have been feeling pretty guilty about how long it's been, and I'm looking forward to seeing him this evening.

A good friend of mine gave me a heads up re: this fabric she found online. If I ordered some, what could I make out of it?

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Dave and I are so sad and pathetic with our colds (well, mostly just Dave now; I'm feeling better than I did yesterday) that I scored a kickin' chicken soup recipe from a friend of mine earlier today and I'm happy to report that it is currently simmering on the stovetop. Also, it has dumplings, and, you know, you are what you eat and all of that. I'm pretty certain that it's a magical soup that will make us instantly healthy and twenty pounds lighter. Also, all of our gray hair will turn back to a more youthful shade and we'll wake up to a much nicer car in our driveway.

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I finished Twilight this morning. I think that may be the fastest I've ever read a book. Now I'm *really* looking forward to seeing the movie.

Last night instead of going to bed early to give myself a chance to recover from the cold I inherited from Henry, I stayed up and read. Now, at 2:40PM in the afternoon I'm considering myself officially done for the day. I had plans to make chicken soup with the chicken I baked yesterday, but that will have to wait until tomorrow. I'm thinking that if we want to eat this evening, it's going to come down to the following choices: peanut butter and jelly, instant mac and cheese, or take-out. Sorry Dave. I feel a little bad because I think all three of us could really use the chicken soup.

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While foraging through the book section at TJ Maxx, I came up for air holding three Dr. Seuss books and "Twilight". I managed to avoid the Harry Potter wave of the late '90's that carried everyone into the new century, and when people started talking about this latest literary obsession I figured I'd sidestep it as well. (Hey, I never claimed to not be a book snob.) Then I heard it was about vampires and the eighteen-year-old proud owner of a library of vampire fiction in me was all "Huh? Wha? Vampires?" That's when I knew it was only a matter of time. That time came to an abrupt end at the bargain bin of TJ Maxx.

Yesterday afternoon I finished the book I'd been reading and last night broke into "Twilight". It's not very well-written, and some of it sometimes makes a person want to cringe, but darned if the story doesn't suck you in anyway. I will definitely be going to see the movie, especially after checking out the cute guy (Who was apparently born in 1986. I mean, Iremember 1986. Clearly. I'm feeling a mite old now. And how does that play out with the rule of seven?) who's playing the main character, however, I might be too embarrassed to make Dave go see a teen vampire romance with me. I might have to drag a girlfriend. Or go by myself. That might be best.

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...whenever Henry gets a cold I figure it's only a matter of time before it hits me. After a burst of energy this morning that came to an abrupt end once I picked Henry up from school, I'm now dragging. I want someone to come over and make me a delicious, healthy dinner, maybe some sushi, and then send me off to bed.

I'm going to muster what little energy I have left to point you in the direction of Dave's blog. Last night he wrote a great post about chemicals and how they're villainized by the media thus creating havoc and confusion and a rising influx of English majors stampeding into the halls of venerable learning institutions, English majors who could've been outstanding scientists if they hadn't been scared into studying the works of dead authors by the likes of major news outlets. Or something to that effect. That didn't happen to me though. I happen to really like dead authors. Dead languages too. Maybe I'll post tomorrow in Old English, just for a laugh. Also, I prefer dead bugs.

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It is Sunday night.
One of us is sick, sleepy.
It's well past bed-time.

Had a good week-end,
tomorrow is for school and
getting up early.

I can already
tell that I'm not going to
want to leave the bed.

Twenty-nine degrees
is not for the faint of heart.
Best to stay inside!

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Megan and I went on a birthday shopping expedition, two weeks after our actual birthdays. Better late than never. We bought matching ponchos, although Megan insists they're capes. It's not sad or embarrassing at all that we might one day find ourselves showing up at places wearing almost the exact same outfits.

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Henry's going down for a nap extra-early today (does a little jig) because this evening we're heading off to State College to see the Wiggles. We had a great time the last time we went and saw them. Unfortunately, every time I mention us going tonight, Henry insists that he'd rather stay home. We watched one of their concert dvd's last night and while he protested vehemently when I was putting it in, once "Toot Toot, Chugga Chugga" came on he was hooked for the rest of the hour. I'm hoping that once we get there he'll be excited about it.

Perhaps the best part of the evening will be stopping by India Pavilion to get some indian food to bring home for dinner. Actually, the best part of the evening won't be stopping to pick it up, the best part will be digging into it later.

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We hosted playgroup today. Five thousand kids (Or maybe it was just fifteen. Yeah, I think it was fifteen. Or sixteen.) came and made good use of Henry's toys. We had the back door open so everyone was wandering inside and outside, enjoying what could be one of the last nice days before the long winter sets in. We followed one of Henry's playmates home and had lunch at her house before heading back via tricycle to kick around in our very quiet house. We've been going non-stop since Henry didn't have a nap today, and I'm a little ashamed to say I'm counting the minutes to bedtime.

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Since everyone else is writing about the election, I've decided I'm going to write about my hair.

Yesterday while picking up various items at the grocery store, I happened to go by the hair color section, and also happened to reach out and pick up a box of "Dark ash blonde". It's Fall. It's time to lose the blonde. When I got home I opened, mixed, shook, and distributed goop evenly through my hair. After breathing deep the familiar smell of ammonia, I set the time for 25 minutes and watched a little news coverage of that thing that was going on yesterday. What was it again? Oh yeah, the election. When the timer went off, I checked out the nice shade of brown that had developed on top of my head, then jumped in the shower. After getting dressed and toweling off my hair I looked in the mirror while reaching down for my socks, then did a double-take. My hair was a beautiful shade of dark gray. Apparently my colorless hair soaked up all of the ash tone and none of the brown. After ten minutes of careful inspection and lots of "Hmmmms", I called Megan and told her what happened. She advised me to call the company's hot line to get some advice on how to fix it. Then she told me to take a picture of it with my cell phone and send it to her. She's a good friend.

After hanging up with the 1-800-hair-color-expert, Henry and I hit the road and headed to the grocery store where naturally, they didn't have the two different shades I needed in order to fix my hair. Initially I was a little sheepish about how I looked, but people didn't even bat an eye. Either they're used to people with funky hair around here, or gray looked totally natural on me. By the time we left, I was ready to start grabbing people and telling them that really, I'm not fifty yet, my hair's not supposed to look like this, it doesn't look right, right? I finally found what I needed at CVS and while McCain was giving his concession speech I was washing my hair, yet again. Four times in one day. I'm surprised my scalp didn't run screaming into the night while I was sleeping.

Today, the country has a new President-elect, and I am no longer blonde or gray, but instead a brunette with red undertones. The end.

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I am the proud owner of a brand-spanking new "I voted touch screen" sticker. I woke up early and got to the polls about fifteen minutes after they opened, and even then I waited ~25 minutes to get to the head of the line, which is certainly nothing compared to how long people in the big cities will be waiting today, but which was still impressive considering the small town I live in. Happily, my name was in the book so there was no problem there.

The Today show just did a super-condensed summary of what's gone on since right before the Primaries which proved beyond a doubt that it has been a spectacularly interesting race, especially when it's been boiled down to three minutes. It's possible I'll have the TV on speculative news casts all day, or at least until my brain leaks out my ears. Or maybe we'll go to the park instead.

Does anyone else get test-taking anxiety while they're waiting to vote?

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I was just on votePA to check on my voter registration status and lo and behold I'm not in the system. Dave is, but I'm not. Chalk it up to yet another complication based on two different last names living under one roof (scandalous!) or maybe I'm no longer registered. Also, no one's been sending any political propaganda to me. Dave's received some, and a guy who lived here sometime before we moved in five years ago has gotten some, but my inbox is empty. Normally I wouldn't panic about this because I do have in my hot little hands a valid voter registration card plus all sorts of other id's, but, wow, I really want to get to the polling place and vote without having any complications arise.

I was thinking on the drive to pick up Henry this afternoon that this election year my penchant to get out and vote is now largely driven by a desire to gleefully not vote for certain people. Although that was also the case during the last presidential election, this time the urge is even more powerful, and I'm still trying to figure out why that is. More access to the strong personalities of the candidates thanks to the media? Too many viewings of SNL election specials? I remember watching coverage of the presidential race in 2006 and thinking we were in for a loooong two years. Tomorrow night I'm looking forward to camping out on the couch and watching the election results roll in into the wee hours of the morning.

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I had a good time at the hafla last night. Although I could feel myself shaking throughout the first dance I did, Megan and Kim both said I looked cool as a cucumber. As an added bonus, I only stuck my foot in my mouth twice (that I can recall anyway), and that's pretty good; usually I'm way worse in social situations. There are pictures, and even a video, but I'm not sure if they'll ever see the light of day, although you never know. Speaking of cucumbers, those are all I'll be eating for a while. After spending yesterday evening prancing around in a half shirt, there's no denying I'm carrying around some extra baggage in the mid-section that needs to be lost, pronto. Or at least by the next hafla, whenever that is.

Meanwhile, Henry woke up in a mood today. I think the excitement of the weekend finally caught up with him. Dave and I tag-teamed playing with him all the way up until naptime, which got bumped up a bit after a melt-down over washing his hands. Once I tucked him in, he actually seemed relieved to be back in bed, not that he would ever in a million years admit it. Now if only someone would march me upstairs and tuck me into bed.

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...that is the question.

Right now I'm currently freaking about performing at a hafla this evening. I'll have moral support in the forms of Megan, Kim, and Gabriella, but probably Gabriella will be too busy freaking out as well since she's also performing. Maybe we can just lean on each other and sob a little bit. When I first signed up for belly dance class in August '07, I thought to myself "Well, at least there won't be any recitals," and now look at me. My jitters over performing are exactly why I'm doing it, to put myself out there in spite of my fears, but that doesn't make it any less scary. It just means that by 7PM, when the two dances I'm performing in are over, I will be both ecstatically happy that they're behind me, and very proud that I went through with it. It also means I'll be over by the buffet, stuffing my face since I'll no longer have to worry about throwing up.

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