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		<title>School Dazed</title>
		<link>http://antiquemommy.com/2011/09/27/school-dazed/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 27 Sep 2011 16:23:14 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Antique Mommy</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The last time I wrote here, Sean and I were coming to the end of his of first grade year of school.  I say &#8220;Sean and I&#8221;  because, really, it was not just his first grade – it occupied a large share of my time and my thinking and my emotional space too.  It was [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Little Kids and Big Kids and Lessons In Community</title>
		<link>http://antiquemommy.com/2011/02/25/little-kids-and-big-kids-and-lessons-in-community/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Feb 2011 13:12:24 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Antique Mommy</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[When kids are of a certain age, generally speaking, they don’t want to play with the little kids.  It’s fun to run away and hide from them and that sort of thing. I know this from observing Sean and I know this from personal experience. I was the youngest, and even worse, a girl.  I [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Walking To School</title>
		<link>http://antiquemommy.com/2010/10/13/walking-to-school/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 13 Oct 2010 23:50:43 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Antique Mommy</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Hands down, my favorite thing about first grade is walking to school. Although I love our car time, it’s really nice to not have to get in the car of a morning as we have for the past several years.  Seeing the world through the car window is one thing, but being able to stop [...]]]></description>
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		<slash:comments>34</slash:comments>
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		<title>The Whistle And The Dinosaur</title>
		<link>http://antiquemommy.com/2009/09/29/the-whistle-and-the-dinosaur/</link>
		<comments>http://antiquemommy.com/2009/09/29/the-whistle-and-the-dinosaur/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Sep 2009 02:53:11 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Antique Mommy</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Oscar Mayer wiener whistle]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[As I was opening a package of hotdogs to fix for Sean for dinner last night, I reflexively started singing the Oscar Mayer song. You know the one:  “Oh I wish I were an Oscar Mayer wiener. That is what I truly want to be-EE-ee…” Singing that song always makes me think of the Oscar [...]]]></description>
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		<slash:comments>44</slash:comments>
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		<title>Everything I Ever Remember About Kindergarten</title>
		<link>http://antiquemommy.com/2009/08/30/everything-i-ever-remember-about-kindergarten/</link>
		<comments>http://antiquemommy.com/2009/08/30/everything-i-ever-remember-about-kindergarten/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 31 Aug 2009 03:22:24 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Antique Mommy</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Antique Childhood]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Narcissism]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Sean begins kindergarten shortly after Labor Day. And like every other mother in America who is sending a child off to kindergarten, I can’t believe this day has arrived so quickly. It seems like just yesterday that we found out we were expecting. I guess I should be reflecting on the past five years and [...]]]></description>
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		<slash:comments>51</slash:comments>
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		<title>Impulse Does Not Come With Reverse</title>
		<link>http://antiquemommy.com/2009/05/17/impulse-does-not-come-with-reverse/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 18 May 2009 01:38:24 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Antique Mommy</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[And now, time for a pointless story. Oh wait. They are all pretty much pointless.  Very well then. So then, the other day Sean dropped a gummy bear on the floor. He picked it up and started to put it in his mouth.  In keeping with Section 2, Article 4, Paragraph 3.5 of the Mothering [...]]]></description>
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		<slash:comments>30</slash:comments>
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		<title>Jeanette&#8217;s Strawberries</title>
		<link>http://antiquemommy.com/2009/04/16/jeanettes-strawberries/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 16 Apr 2009 15:12:42 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Antique Mommy</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The strawberries I saw in the grocery store yesterday were resplendent!  Plump and scarlet, like a box of rubies.  The clear plastic containers could not contain the sweet aroma of ripeness and readiness.  I was powerless to resist their allure so I put them in my cart and took them home. As I sat in [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Random Christmas Stuff About Me You Weren&#8217;t Really Itching To Know</title>
		<link>http://antiquemommy.com/2008/12/17/random-christmas-stuff-about-me-you-werent-really-itching-to-know/</link>
		<comments>http://antiquemommy.com/2008/12/17/random-christmas-stuff-about-me-you-werent-really-itching-to-know/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 17 Dec 2008 22:46:50 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Antique Mommy</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;ve never owned a Christmas sweater. I&#8217;ve always felt like maybe I should have one. On several occasions I&#8217;ve even carried one around the store.  But I just can&#8217;t seem to take the plunge.  Just seems like too big of a commitment. As well, I&#8217;ve never owned a pair of Christmas earrings, little dangling bulbs [...]]]></description>
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		<slash:comments>96</slash:comments>
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		<title>The Paisley Dress</title>
		<link>http://antiquemommy.com/2008/09/22/the-paisley-dress/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 22 Sep 2008 05:11:15 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Antique Mommy</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://antiquemommy.com/?p=2074</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[I love paisley and I always have. I think paisley adds a touch of class to nearly anything. Once, when I was a young girl, I was looking through our family photographs when my eye was drawn to one of the few color photographs in the box. I pulled the picture from the box and [...]]]></description>
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		<slash:comments>21</slash:comments>
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		<title>Liquid Time</title>
		<link>http://antiquemommy.com/2008/06/28/liquid-time/</link>
		<comments>http://antiquemommy.com/2008/06/28/liquid-time/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 28 Jun 2008 15:01:18 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Antique Mommy</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Have you ever looked at your child and seen your own face? And maybe your child doesn’t look so much like you, but there is something that he does, some little expression that he makes that is unmistakably yours. And just for a split second, the thread that has stitched all of humanity and history together [...]]]></description>
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