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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>The Holiday Shop</title>
		<link>http://antiquemommy.com/2011/01/16/the-holiday-shop/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 16 Jan 2011 14:03:17 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Antique Mommy</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Christmas]]></category>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://antiquemommy.com/?p=8785</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[If there was one thing I thought I knew about my child it is this:  He cannot keep a secret. Early in December, Sean brought home a flyer from school announcing the annual Holiday Shop!  I put the exclamation point there so you might know just how thrilled I was with this news. The flyer [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Morning Routine</title>
		<link>http://antiquemommy.com/2010/11/18/the-morning-routine/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 18 Nov 2010 17:13:37 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Antique Mommy</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I am by nature a morning person.  By 5:30 am, I am itching to get out of bed and get going.  But by 8:30 pm, I’m spent; ready for bath, bed, and beyond.  AD, on the other hand, is a night owl.  Consequently I have always assumed the morning parenting duties while he takes the [...]]]></description>
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		<slash:comments>33</slash:comments>
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		<title>The Lightning Blue Remote Control Speed Boat</title>
		<link>http://antiquemommy.com/2010/09/26/speed-boat/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 26 Sep 2010 19:19:04 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Antique Mommy</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Memaw]]></category>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://antiquemommy.com/?p=8506</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Sometimes when I catch Sean being good, I reward him by letting him pick out something at the grocery store.  The only limitation I put on him is that it must be something that can fit in the palm of his hand.  And it is for this reason that I haven’t told him where Wal-Mart [...]]]></description>
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		<title>My Father&#8217;s Book</title>
		<link>http://antiquemommy.com/2009/12/13/my-fathers-book/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 13 Dec 2009 15:44:38 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Antique Mommy</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Antique Daddy]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[By Antique Daddy Earlier in the year, I found myself standing before a bookcase where I noticed the two-volume series The Life and Times of Jesus the Messiah.  These books had belonged to my father, a preacher, and then later my oldest brother, also a preacher. My father was thrown from a horse and killed [...]]]></description>
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		<slash:comments>39</slash:comments>
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		<title>Make A Wish</title>
		<link>http://antiquemommy.com/2009/10/31/make-a-wish/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 31 Oct 2009 11:01:44 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Antique Mommy</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://antiquemommy.com/?p=6966</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[The other afternoon Sean and I went out for a walk. It was a glorious Indian summer day, warm and peaceful and perfect in every way. He spied the very last of the ripened dandelions and plucked it out of the ground.  &#8220;Okay Mom,&#8221; he said, &#8220;Be quiet.&#8221; I stood quietly and respectfully off to [...]]]></description>
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		<slash:comments>20</slash:comments>
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		<title>The Confliction Of Five</title>
		<link>http://antiquemommy.com/2009/08/14/the-confliction-of-five/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 14 Aug 2009 12:59:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Antique Mommy</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[As of late, Sean has been trying to convince me that he is over being a baby, that being a baby is so yesterday, that he has moved on, that he has joined the ranks of the big boys. But like a politician, his actions don’t always line up with his words. The other day [...]]]></description>
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		<slash:comments>29</slash:comments>
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		<title>Jay Jay</title>
		<link>http://antiquemommy.com/2009/08/05/jay-jay/</link>
		<comments>http://antiquemommy.com/2009/08/05/jay-jay/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 06 Aug 2009 01:19:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Antique Mommy</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Mom,&#8221; Sean said, &#8220;I want you to take these baby toys and put them away.&#8221; He was standing next to my desk holding a small box. He laid the box on its side and Jay Jay and the gang came to a crash landing on my desk with a clatter. &#8220;What&#8217;s wrong with Jay Jay?&#8221; [...]]]></description>
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		<slash:comments>41</slash:comments>
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		<title>The View-Master</title>
		<link>http://antiquemommy.com/2009/07/03/the-view-master/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Jul 2009 23:06:42 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Antique Mommy</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Always Real]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[I wrote this in April and set it aside. * * * * These days, life seems to click past from weekend to weekend, holiday to holiday, school year to school year.  It is as though I am seeing my life through a View-Master.  With the click of the thumb, one season disappears from view [...]]]></description>
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		<slash:comments>66</slash:comments>
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		<title>Cuter</title>
		<link>http://antiquemommy.com/2009/06/16/cuter-2/</link>
		<comments>http://antiquemommy.com/2009/06/16/cuter-2/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 17 Jun 2009 00:32:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Antique Mommy</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;He&#8217;s cuter than he used to be.&#8221; This was a comment that I overheard recently at a family gathering. When I realized the speaker was referring to my son, I laughed involuntarily. Not a belly laugh, but a sniff of disbelief as though I were trying to expel a gnat from my nose. Cuter than [...]]]></description>
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