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February 28, 2005



At 10 weeks, my son is a bit young for snowflakes, but I am repeatedly amazed at the soothing power of a walk. Even when it's only 10 or 20 degrees. I like to think he knows he's outside with me, even as bundled as he is against my chest.


That's precious!

Kiddo#1 and I do yoga to relieve the many stresses of life. :)


I have the best picture of my 2 year old. We were catching snowflakes, her mouth was wide open, and her tongue was sticking WAY out. Everytime it snows, she opens her mouth. When she catches one, we hear a very soft "yum."

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