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File under: Things I've taught Henry, that I've not yet learned myself.
Me: God dammit, it's snowing again.
Henry: Mom, why yer say that? What's wrong?
Me: I'm very upset that it's snowing. I'm ready for spring.
Henry: Oh. [long pause] Sometimes, if you take a deep breath, it will make you feel better.
Henry catching bees at Chuck E. Cheese
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Still looking for the perfect reusable shopping tote? When my friend Kris (always a step ahead of me) met me at the gym last week carrying this United Nations World Food Program FEED bag--that is not only green, but also feeds a child for an entire year--I was green with envy.
Shopping is always more fun with it's for a worthy cause. Get your Feed bag exclusively at Amazon.com
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Sometimes I forget to be inspired. Usually it happens when I'm wrapped up in my own head, thinking only of myself and I fail to see or hear what's going on around me.
Then I visit a city like New York and it wakes me up. The energy, the people, the art -you just kind of soak it up and it makes you feel alive. It's...inspiring and pretty soon I'm finding inspiration around every corner. The lady who made me want to wear an Hermes' scarf, the old guy on the train with the impeccably folded New York Times and Rachel Weisz's infectious smile in The Constant Gardener. Of course these are not life-changing inspirations, but small, beautiful things that make me smile and feel happy.
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I missed Henry while I was gone. He's so well-behaved these days I have very little to complain about. I'm really happy about my decision to keep him. It's refreshing to read books that are not about parenting your possessed child and fun to judge other parents and their out-of-control children. I'm sure there are new obstacles already in the mail, but for now it feels good to have survived.
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I miss you.
but I still don't feel like talking.
I'm going to New York for a couple of days.
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Preschool. Gym. Sushi. Highlights. Lowlights. Snow. Black Dresses. Reality Show Contestants. Home Alone. Chuck E Cheese. Xanax. Shack Nasties. Spring Ahead.
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My father is a photographer and unfairly his skills were not passed on to me. Not only do I generally snap bad photos, the camera does not love me when I'm on the other side of the lens either. I get by with a few tricks meant to hide double chins and big noses and last week while posing for a photo at the Children's Museum Benefit Gala, the dynamic photographer from Mpls St. Paul Magazine whispered in my ear to "clench my derriere". Apparently this trick will correct ones posture if one is wearing a sleeveless gown. Despite all of this, I love photographs. The beautiful moments they capture are priceless and I admire greatly the talented photogs that can do it with such ease.
Henry has been picking my camera up lately and the results are always entertaining to me. After a week of raw emotions, disbelief and so much sadness it feels peaceful to view the world through the eyes of a child.
Henry: A Self-Portrait
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