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Our election quote of 2008 comes from sweet little Miles. When explaining how we won't know who won the election until everyone votes and we get the the results from every state, he replied, "Even California gets to vote?". (We may have a republican on our hands.)

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Owen and my mom are snuggling late one night on the sofa. Owen lifts his head off my mom's shoulder, looks at her and states, "You're kinda big, huh grandma."My mom smiles, snuggles him closer and replies, "Yes, yes I am."Owen puts his head back on her shoulder, snuggles in, thinks about this for a minute and then asks, "Are you the biggest one in your town?"My mom chuckles, "No, I don't think

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it's official. i'm a boring, overweight, middle-aged woman. i attended a bunko game and a weight-watchers meeting in the same week. bunko? what's bunko you ask? well the fact that you had to ask means that you must be under the age of 35 and have a life that involves more than immunization boosters and back to school sales. bunko - i hope i'm spelling this right - is a game played with dice and

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DSC02407.JPGOriginally uploaded by dcEx. owen turned five last saturday, or at least he thinks he did. his real birthday isn't for another week or so, but we celebrated anyway! (click on photo to see more pics.)enjoy.

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"owen, what do you want to name your new hermit crab?""it a boy or girl?""what do you want it to be?""a girl.""that sounds good, what do you want to name her?""mr. crabby.""well it's a girl, so you can't really name her mr. crabby.""ok, mr. woman."

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owen asked me all day yesterday:"why the poop die?""why everyone going to see the poop?""dad, you know the poop died?"even to complete strangers "the poop died, it very sad."no matter how many times i corrected him, owen couldn't quite remember how to say it. it was very hard to keep a straight face.

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that's how i felt - very american - when i called out to my son as we approached one of london's most famous landmarks, "owen do you see a big clock that looks like the tattoo on ben wallace's arm?"and so began another day of tourist attractions in london. stop one: house of parliament including the great clock of westminster, known world wide as big ben. i didn't know that the name big ben does

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so it had to happen. we've avoided it until now. but at age four and one half, owen discovered Niketown -- THREE WHOLE FLOORS of adrenaline pumping music, lights, video and, yes, merchandise dedicated to the world of sports. the minute owen stepped inside the doors you could tell that he was "home". a slight smile with an excited energy radiated from his entire body. after taking a moment to

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"muppet show?" asked owen. "no, puppet show." christy and owen are at a puppet show right now at a little theatre dedicated to puppetry. we all went last saturday and LOVED it. owen was laughing so hard and even calling out to the puppets. miles was a bit more reserved but later sang the songs and told the stories on the way home. it was a great production with live music: an accordion, banjo,

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after climbing into one of those adorable black cabs and telling our driver the address to our flat, he replied, "oh, the old bum hospital". apparently st. marks was, until very recently, a hospital for intestinal and colorectal disorders. now it houses busy executives and their families, who never see the busy executives. st. marks is a very old building (1835) with amazingly high ceilings and

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so we went to the natural history museum and viewed a display of a preserved human brain with the spinal cord still attached and hanging down. i explained to owen that was what his brain looked like inside his head and that his head was made of hard bones to protect his brain. and then i touched his back down the length of his spine and explained that those hard bones protected his spinal cord.

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the national museum of science features the most amazing hands-on play area for kids six and under. it's similar to the ann arbor hands-on (or as my mom calls it "pick-up germs and get me sick") museum pre-school section, but with more "attitude". we spent two hours there and still had to drag the kids away to go see a 3-D movie about bugs. it was a good movie, but the 3-D thing freaked-out both

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as expected, owen loves the tube. tons of escalator, performers playing banjos & saxophones; and of course, there's the mouse counting - he saw five total yesterday! at least in london they're mice and not rats! so far we've played at hyde park, rode on a doubledecker bus, been caught in a wind storm that blew miles away (literally), carried sleeping kids through the tube at rush hour, and

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