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ya gotta love flickr.com. You find the most interesting photos (and not quite real ones). I saw this today and laughed out loud.
So this is Evan with his new haircut. We’ve had some distress about it from friends and family members because some of his curls are gone, but he really still has them, they’re just on the back of his head like the guys had in the 1980’s 
and I have too many to list. Have a great Thanksgiving and be safe if you’re traveling!
Cheers!
My skills and interests open new doors.
I am aware that my good is always at hand.
I am a channel for successful expression and achievement.
I surrender myself completely to the power of the Universe.
if you’ve called me today, i’m as sick as evan was saturday, so I’ll have to call you back tomorrow. ugh. which means I should be okay tomorrow going by evan’s schedule. I’m crossing my fingers.
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Poor Evan has just had a hard 24 hours. He’s been so sick! He can’t keep a thing down. He slept with me last night and so, of course, I didn’t get any sleep. I woke up more than once with his feet somewhere in the vicinity of my face. My mom is going to come in the morning and stay with him, so he’ll be well taken care of
thanks to Cara. For over a year now, she’s been badgering me to watch Lost. Which I practically refused to do until about two weeks ago. Holy suspense batman! It’s a great show. I should have listened to her sooner because, I have to admit, Cara is an excellent critic when it comes to TV and movies (she sucks at music….just KIDDING!) Since I’ve known her (going on 5 or 6 years now, I lost count) she has been my personal TV Guide…even to the point that she’ll call me and remind me to watch things! Isn’t that awesome! It’s like having your own personal moviefone
Anyway, we’re finally up to the first season finale. As soon as Rob is back from putting Evan to bed we’re going to watch it. We’re closer Cara! We’re almost caught up and then we can have the knock-down conversation about the series up to now! You can spill all the stuff you’ve almost blurted out on the phone for the last two weeks! woohoo!
I heard Evan this morning chatting to himself and to his firetruck this morning and went in to get him. He came running over put his arms up and I picked him up. He kissed me, told me he loved me and then told me how much he liked his room
Then he asked me where my pull-up was.
when I was a kid, my mom had this thing she did when she woke me up in the morning. she would walk her index finger and middle finger like legs up my arm and tickle me on the neck. I hated it. she called it the little man (very creative, my mom). It was our little thing, even if I did detest it. Actually, it wasn’t the tickling, but the fact that I had to wake up and get out of bed. If it were up to my internal clock, I would sleep until about 10 am and stay up ’till 2 or 3, but alas, Vanderbilt doesn’t approve of kind of work schedule.
Anyway, so completely turning into my mother, I do the same thing to Evan to wake him up in the morning. And he’s got just as much animosity to the little man as I did. This morning he rolled over, opened one eye and said “mommy, go away please. I’m very tired.” At least he’s more polite about it. I would grab my mom’s fingers and try to suffocate the little man.
All that to say that my son would be a night owl if I let him and I’m turning into my mother.
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