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		<title>A Big Conversation</title>
		<link>http://antiquemommy.com/2012/02/04/a-big-conversation/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 04 Feb 2012 22:25:24 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Antique Mommy</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[We have a number of friends who home school their children and one of the traits that AD and I have observed in these kiddos that we admire is their comfort and poise in speaking with adults.  We are impressed with how they look us in the eye when speaking to us, how they speak [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Be A Pilgrim</title>
		<link>http://antiquemommy.com/2011/11/24/be-a-pilgrim-2/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Nov 2011 12:01:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Antique Mommy</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Seek boldly. Journey courageously. Work diligently. Sacrifice valiantly. Suffer willingly. Persist relentlessly. Share extravagantly. Serve compassionately. Love fearlessly. Live intentionally. Give thanks unceasingly. We are all but pilgrims and strangers upon the earth. Happy Thanksgiving from the House of Antique]]></description>
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		<title>The Value Of A Good Coconut Tree</title>
		<link>http://antiquemommy.com/2011/10/10/the-value-of-a-good-coconut-tree/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 10 Oct 2011 12:54:02 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Antique Mommy</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Sunday was a slow and rainy day, very much welcome as we have not had rain here since 1996.  It’s true, ask my lawn. Rain brushed against the windows and falling acorns made the sound of popcorn popping as the wind shook them from the trees onto the roof.  Football noise filled the house and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Jackets Lost And Found</title>
		<link>http://antiquemommy.com/2011/10/04/jackets-lost-and-found/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 04 Oct 2011 16:03:33 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Antique Mommy</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[So far we have had two chilly mornings.  So far Sean has worn a jacket to school two times. So far Sean has lost two jackets. So this morning, as he put on his 3rd and final jacket, I said to him that his first order of business today was to locate the other two [...]]]></description>
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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>Why There Are No 1st Graders In The Secret Service</title>
		<link>http://antiquemommy.com/2011/05/25/why-there-are-no-1st-graders-in-the-secret-service/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 May 2011 03:28:26 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Antique Mommy</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://antiquemommy.com/?p=9084</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[As he walked towards me, I could see that something wasn’t right. That is not to say that I saw anything unusual, but my momtennae went up. There was something about his posture and his expression, something that telegraphed that all was not well. His hair was a crazy mess.  Nothing unusual about that. He [...]]]></description>
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		<slash:comments>30</slash:comments>
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		<title>Mother&#8217;s Day</title>
		<link>http://antiquemommy.com/2011/05/06/mothers-day/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 07 May 2011 01:10:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[When I picked Sean up from school today he thrust a handful of papers at me along with his backpack and took off up the hill to run and play with his friends.   When we got home, he saw that I was looking at the papers he had handed me. &#8220;Mom!&#8221; he cried, &#8220;Don&#8217;t look!&#8221; [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Machine Kicker</title>
		<link>http://antiquemommy.com/2011/05/03/the-machine-kicker/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 03 May 2011 11:50:53 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Antique Mommy</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Not too long ago, Sean was invited to a roller skating birthday party.  It was at a big roller skating rink where several birthday parties were held at the same time making it unclear which kid belonged to which party. It was one big crazy mass of rolling kids all jacked up on icing which [...]]]></description>
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		<slash:comments>19</slash:comments>
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		<title>A Smashing Dinner Party</title>
		<link>http://antiquemommy.com/2011/04/25/a-smashing-dinner-party/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 25 Apr 2011 18:37:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Antique Mommy</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I love to have people over for dinner.  I think hosting small dinner parties of four to six, is about the funnest thing you can do.  But, in all honestly, since Sean was born, I have not done as much of that sort of thing as I like to do.  I am out of dinner [...]]]></description>
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		<slash:comments>28</slash:comments>
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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>
		<comments>http://antiquemommy.com/2011/02/25/little-kids-and-big-kids-and-lessons-in-community/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Feb 2011 13:12:24 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Antique Mommy</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Always Real]]></category>
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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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