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| A few weekends ago it was rainy and cold, and we went to Poway Lake to feed the ducks. If you look at the far left bank, you can see Ever bending over, then Mr. Curry walking behind her, then way over on the right side, Lola running. |
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| Ever was fearless. She's clearly communicating with the white duck. Her look says.... what the heck? |
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| We brought stale bread and watched a fisherman with his children. He caught a fish, and then beat it to death alongside the rocks. |
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| I tried to think of happier things. Like these guys. |
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| Ever is sixteen months old now. She says 'Hi Dada' in the cutest voice. Everything she says sounds ridiculously cute, she's a baby! And she has, in my humble and fair opinion, an adorable voice. She can point out her ears, nose, mouth, hair, head and eyes. Oh, and her bellybutton- which says DING DONG |
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| Lola is ten. Ten and I"m watching as she is creeping out of childhood toward something else. It's marvelous and painful, like a lot of change is. |
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| My girl!!! |
