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In a previous FFF post, I mentioned that students from another school fought with our students, and our billboards were damaged but I was oblivious. Well on Tuesday this week administrators and student representatives from that school came and did peace talks with us. This time I made sure I wasn’t oblivious to such a good and happy event.
A playful fish
One of the fish in the pond at work somersaulted just when I passed by. It swished and backflipped. I thought I just imagined it but the gardener also stood watching the same fish in the same pond doing the same antic.
After 3 weeks of searching I finally found a dentist who explained all I needed and wanted to know about CJ’s teeth. There are problems. Ex is playing hard ball with me on the insurance. My mind whirled as the dentist went through words like x-ray, infection, operating room, sedation. But I’m thankful that I’m no longer ignorant of what’s going on and can therefore start thinking of the next steps. It made me breathe easily.
One was CJ’s when he opened his box of old but favorite toys from his dad’s house. The other smile belonged to a little girl riding on a moped. She just kept smiling at me 🙂
A film still
I browsed around and found this:
Quiet, cool and quaint, no wonder stories are woven at settings like this. Maggie Smith starred as an English novelist who invited train bombing survivors to recuperate at her home in the Italian countryside. You must have guessed the film title already.
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Mommy Moments: Love Message
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You’re a handful, don’t you know that? Oh yes, you are and I’m sure in time you will agree with me. Yesterday your dentist told me you need serious procedures. I didn’t tell her you’re eating candies as much as Pooh Bear is eating honey. Or that your milk was in my purse as we spoke. But I did tell her that you’re scheduled to play with Roo, Mickey and Simba at Disneyland on April 26th. The procedures would be arranged after.
Everytime you sketch a dinosaur, color it pink and say, “this is mommy” on, of all canvasses, my research sheets, I’m on top of the world.
Sometimes you’re a screaming machine and I’m yanked out of my reverie, but this I would do eventhough I’m scared: I would go through hell and back for you. Now don’t go competing with Mozart on who’s got the bigger head.
P.S. Toys galore the moment you stop drinking milk from the bottle. I might even drop Baby from your title. Deal?