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Evil and Forgiveness
I’m not even gonna go off on how a mother delivers a baby in a neighbor’s bathtub, wraps it in a plastic bag, stufffs it in a closet, and then stays in the same house with her baby’s dead body for a month. Nope, not even going there. I can’t. It’s too evil. I can’t wrap my mind around it and I don’t want to.
I can’t imagine a life which would lead someone to that point. Can’t imagine it, and I don’t want to. I’m not going to question her parents and why they didn’t look a little further, ask more questions, pay attention. I am not going to judge. Not this time.
What that mother did was horrific, it was evil and she needs to pay the price for it. Is that judging? Or just stating the facts? Her baby is dead. She killed it. That’s pretty clear. What led her to such a point is what I’m curious about.
Did she have bad parents? How bad would a parent have to be to have a daughter who would kill her baby like that? Were they good parents who did everything they could to raise their daughter in a loving way and their daughter ultimately chose to do evil? Did they not look a little further because they couldn’t wrap their minds around it either? What kind of nightmare did those parents face when they discovered their grandchild wrapped in a plastic bag, dead in their home for two months? What kind of nightmare are they living now knowing their daughter will likely spend a long time in prison?
More important, at least to me, is how do you keep yourself from judging and how do you start on the path to forgiveness? How do you forgive a mother who kills her baby? How do you forgive your daughter for killing your grandchild? How do you forgive yourself for having a child who would commit such an act of evil?
I can’t begin to imagine, I hope I never have to, but I hope there is a way. Forgiveness is hard. Not judging is hard. Loving your kids can be hard, and sometimes loving them all you can, as much as you can, is all you can do.
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Are we exploiting our children?
And the debate continues …
Super mommy blogger, Heather Armstrong from Salt Lake City, talks about her Web site, dooce.com, on the Today Show:
What exactly is Kathie Lee’s point (or should I ask what is the point of Kathie Lee)?
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This is Just the Beginning…
This last nine months has been fairly uneventful in the relationship between Soren and Jonas. Soren seemed uninterested in his new brother. He’d give him a little pat on the back or a kiss just for mommy’s sake every once in a while, but other than that, he just left him alone.
Two weeks ago Jonas learned to crawl. He grins ear to ear as he crawls around the house. He’s discovered our bathroom, the hallway, the kitchen … but screamed in glee when he discovered Soren’s room and the toybox of kidly treasures.
He crawls as fast as he can when he hears the kids playing in another room. Unfortunately, they usually exit just about the time he’s getting there. Lots of times he’s nearly trampled by 3 and 2-year-old feet as they chase each other to another location.
As soon as Jonas learned to crawl, Soren found out he didn’t really like him anymore because he can touch his stuff. He has to share.
The fighting has just begun.
“Joji’s got my bee,” he tattles, then rips it out of the poor baby’s hands.
Yesterday he smacked Joji upside the head for touching his special bear.
Today, he easily loosened Jonas’ grip on the chair and sent him tumbling to the floor.
Of course, all of this leaves the baby in huge tears. He wants so badly to play with his brother.
As a mom, this kind of fighting rips me in two directions. Instinct tells me to protect Joji from head smackin but it also tells me that Soren is a perfectly normal two-year-old and I shouldn’t reprimand him too hard.
I want them to get along. I want them to be friends. And I feel like I should somehow lay down the ground rules right now.
But what are they?
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A difference between boys and girls
I was smacked with some sort of hideous stomach thing that sent me home from work early Friday and kept me down for most of the weekend. Some friends had been sick with e.Coli earlier in the week. It felt like I had f.Coli. Just awful.
At one point Saturday, Margaret set up her doll house (actually, it’s a bunny house in that the family is not people, but bunnies, which goes along with her love of all things animal). She intended on coming back to the doll house so she left it set up in the living room.
Later that day, our neighbors’ little guy came over to play with Margaret which was the bright spot in my otherwise dim weekend.
Margaret loves playing with 2-1/2-year-old Jordan and the two get along famously. They giggle so much together … it’s definitely the best medicine.
He carefully picked up each piece and moved the bunny dolls around in the house. With his dad was right there, Jordan never needed to be reminded to be careful with the pieces as he played sweetly with the toys.
Then he started to rearrange the furniture.
After about 20 minutes, he had rearranged the furniture to a configuration more to his liking. Boy, was he proud of himself. Look at how convenient it all is:
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Don’t forget Mother’s Day
Mother’s Day (you know that day invented by the greeting card companies to celebrate our mamas) is this Sunday, May 11.
So you still have some time to stimulate the economy and get your mom a little something to thank her for all the love and sacrifice.
I recommend something handmade from the kids and something hand-crafted from the adults, like lovely things from any of these awesome sites:
I ran into Cari, from Wired Originals, over the weekend and she was wearing a necklace like this one and it was STUNNING. Her stuff is so great.
Richie is still using her bag most everyday and it’s still the cutest bag in the office.
This site is for those selling only handmade items. Awesome.
And if you need more direction, check out the Mighty Goods Mother’s Day Gift Guide.
And really, made-up holiday or not, mother’s always need to be reminded of their awesomeness.
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Jesus was an All American Coffee Drinker
We spent the weekend at great-grandma’s house. She has a lot of religious knick-knicks and icons. When I was a kid I liked to play with them. Grandma didn’t like that. Now Soren likes to play with them and it doesn’t seem to bother her so much.
All of these religious things made Soren start thinking a little.
“Mom,” he said, “Why does Jesus holdin dat football and dat offeepot?”
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Roasted Chicken
I roasted a chicken this week.
It was a mistake because it takes longer than a working mom has to roast a chicken on a work night. Dinner was late. I’m not sure if the chicken was cooked thoroughly but we were getting ready to eat each other so I served it. It actually turned out really good but I’d strongly suggest to roast a chicken on a Saturday night and not a Tuesday.
I stuffed my chicken with a lemon and a generous bundle of rosemary. I spread butter under the breast skin. I seasoned with salt, pepper, and Italian seasoning. Then I cooked that baby at 425 degrees for almost two hours. Every half hour I basted it with some canned chicken broth.
Of course the leftovers have come in handy all week.
For inspiration, watch this video.
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TalkTalkTalkTalkTalk - Not
As I’ve traveled down the road of Motherhood, I’ve noticed there are some great dichotomies in terms of childhood milestones. The establishment of verbal contact is certainly at the top of the list.
I distinctly remember the day I glanced in the rear view mirror at my infant son strapped into his car seat and said to him, “I can’t wait until you learn how to talk!” His dad and I kept a list of all the word he first began to say. By his first birthday, there were several dozen entries.
Then I remember those early elementary school days when I would say to him almost daily, “Alex, your voice carries great distances. Maybe you could tone it down a little.”
In middle school it was, “Alex, I really don’t want to hear from any of your teachers this week that you’re spending too much time talking and not enough time listening and working.”
Now in his sophomore year it’s, “Alex, I need to talk to you. Perhaps you could schedule me in sometime between your incessant text messaging and graduation.”
Honestly. Can the boy manage anything beyond a litany of reasons of how I’ve ruined his life and inquiries to the whereabouts of his next meal?
I’m kind of exaggerating, but not really. Most of our conversations take place between 6:31 and 6:37 a.m. while I’m driving him to the school bus stop downtown. Then in reverse between 3:31 and 3:40 on the way back. He is captive in the back seat (yes, for some reason he refuses to sit in the front) and unless he is plugged into his Zune, I actually have a chance at what must pass for conversation.
So I cover the salient points quickly.
“Did anybody get busted for drugs at school today? Any bomb threats or weapons violations?”
“Mom, you’re so retarded.”
OK, so know I know his physical safety is not at risk and we move on to intellectual areas.
“Any homework?”
“Yeah. My teachers are gay.”
Note: That’s teenspeak for not in a sexual preference way, but in a they-dared-to-give-us-homework-way.
OK, I’m getting my tax payer money’s worth. Now let’s tackle the finer points of life.
“What are your plans for the rest of the day?”
“I don’t know. Can you quit asking me so many questions?”
With a sigh of relief, I glance at my almost-man son in the rear view mirror and know that we have safely arrived at yet another milestone.
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Mother Nature’s gone off her meds
Hello May 1st! How ‘bout a little snow for ya?
Alrighty then, here you go!
Wait! What? You said, it’s May and there shouldn’t be any snow, especially since Robin just planted a bunch of annuals and a vegetable garden last weekend?
Oh, yeah, sorry about that.
Stupid winter … just when you think we’re free of it, it’s rears its stupid snowy head. Let’s hope this is the last of it.
Oh and to all the farmers and fruit growers I’m saying a little prayer for your crops. The idea of a summer without peaches, or pears, or fresh green beans, makes me want to form a lynchin’ posse for that Mother Nature person.
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The More They Stay The Same
Soren: “I no want dat. It’s yuckeeeeee!”
Mom: “You know, there are people in Haiti eating dirt cookies. They’d be happy for that yuckeee food right there. Now sit down and eat.”
Followed by stunned silence of all.
Unfortunately, it’s timeless.
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No Time to Get Sick
Dan and I were driving back from Crawford Saturday afternoon, after a wonderful lunch with you know, Joe and Pam Cocker at their Mad Dog Ranch mansion.
Anyway, I started to notice my throat was getting sore and I was getting the “sniffles”. Dang, I thought. I can’t get sick now. I’m running in my first ever Wondergirl 5K this Saturday! Well, get sick I could, and I did.
I spent all of Sunday wrapped in jeans, a long sleeve t-shirt and my fleece robe, shivering from a fever. I felt like crap. My body ached, my nose was like the spring run-off and I had no energy whatsoever.
It bummed me out because this past week I broke the three mile mark and ran a couple four mile runs! Woo-hoo! Mostly because my sister was here visiting and she’s a runner from way back. I asked if she would go running with me a few times and she was happy to oblige. Oh yeah, and her husband ran too but we didn’t see much of him.
I’ve been drinking tea, popping vitamin C and have mostly quarantined myself to my office today. I called my friend Mary, who knows all that natural remedy stuff and asked her what I needed to get.
“Liquid Echinacea with goldenseal, and zinc lozenges. And take twice what it says. Next time take them when you first start to get sick and not after.”
Yes ma’am! The Echinacea doesn’t taste too bad but the zinc pretty much tastes like dirt. Literally. I also picked up some Puffs tissues with lotion. Oh, and a small butterscotch sundae from Dairy Queen.
I only have a day or two to get better. After four weeks of training, I want to be able to do this run and feel good about it. Luckily Sunday was my rest day, but I really want to do a short little run tonight. If anybody has any sure-fire get well remedies, please send them along.
I fully intend to run on Saturday and be all better. I’m a Wondergirl!
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Facing the cliche facts
I took this picture of Margaret last week when we went out for dinner:
She couldn’t have been less interested in her dad and I. She was too busy reading. But Bill and I carried on our boring adult conversation without her.
We feel very lucky that our kid is a reader. I have loved reading with Margaret, but now that she’s an independent reader, she doesn’t need me to help her anymore.
Oh, she might ask as occasional question about a word or phrase, but mostly she’ll just recap a story for me and that’s it. And oh man, do I ever enjoy the 20-minute long retelling of the Captain Underpants book she just finished … now that’s a fun way to spend a Friday night.
I realize I have nothing to complain about, but it’s still a bit sad. Everything that she masters means that she’s just one more step away from being my little kid.
I know it’s cliche for moms to whine about how fast their kids grow up, but that’s where I am these days, right in the middle of clicheville.
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Katie’s King Ranch Casserole
I go to bed at night and read cookbooks. There I said it. Now you know what a HUGE dork I really am.
And, few fellow foodies will admit this, but I rarely cook most of what I read. I just like to read it.
The best recipes are those I’ve gathered not from books but from my friends and family. When I had Jonas, my friend Katie brought me a really yummy Mexican-flavored casserole. Food tastes so good when you’ve just pushed out a baby and your stomach is finally free from kicking feet and cramped space. This casserole was delicious to me.
I’ve since made a few myself, even given a few as gifts. The great thing about it is you can easily double the recipe and make two.
King Ranch Chicken Casserole
Ingredients: 1 deboned rotisserie chicken 1 can cream of mushroom soup 1 can cream of celery soup 1 can diced tomatoes 1 can diced green chili 1 cup chopped bell pepper and onion 1 can chicken broth 1 pkg flour tortillas 1 pkg grated Mexican cheese Mexican spices, (garlic, cumin, onion/chili powder)
Assembly:
Mix soups and spice to taste in a bowl. Mix chicken, veggies, tomatoes, green chili in bowl. Pour chicken broth in bowl.
Tear tortillas into pieces, soften in broth, cover bottom of casserole dish. Layer chicken mixture, layer soup, layer cheese. Repeat, ending with a layer of tortillas topped with cheese.
Bake at 350 for 1 hour or until heated through. Let cool five minutes before serving.
Try this one! It’s seriously good!!!
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Mommy blogs as child exploitation
Apparently a lively debate on mommy bloggers as child exploiters has crept up in the cyber world and beyond.
Click here and here and here to read about the flap over mommy bloggers.
Reading these stories made me think about why I blog and what purpose it serves.
I read a lot of “mommy blogs.” Reading other parents’ experiences made me want to share my own. I also like to have a place my friends and family can go to see what’s going on in my life.
I don’t know how many times my mom has said, “I know, I read it on your blog.”
I think people who make their living writing blogs are following a career path that works for them. I wish I were so lucky. I don’t get anything for writing for my blogs, other than satisfaction. But I do it because I enjoy it.
I will never understand people who judge others for writing publicly about their children and family. This is not a new concept. People have been writing memoirs and autobiographies for centuries, the only difference is that blogs are easily accessible and can be updated frequently.
I don’t see what the fuss is about.
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Friday follies
Bob Fosse was way ahead of his time. I challenge anyone to dance better than this in full polyester capped with a beehive.
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To Cut or Not to Cut?
When Jonas was born he had a dark splay of fine baby hair all over his head. At least my constant heartburn was productive.
As he spent more and more time on his own he lost most of the hair around the circumference of his head leaving him with an o-so-cool and au naturale mohawk. Of course the hair steered attention his way.
Now the sides of his hair are growing in and the top has gotten longer. The cool mohawk is gone and has been replaced by more of a Donald Trump style comb over.
It has been politely suggest that he needs his first a haircut. What do you think?
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Sometimes nothing is better than something
This goes in the “be careful what you wish for” files.
Yesterday I told Richie that I’d post here today and that I hoped something would happen that would make an interesting entry. Doh!
It was a truly gorgeous day yesterday and I enjoyed the short walk to pick Margaret up from school. Margaret greeted me with her usual zeal and we toddled off home. She prattled about the play they had that day and then she paused.
“I got sent to Ms. Hernandez’ office today.”
Double Doh! That’s never good.
She then told me that she poked her friend in the stomach when he was acting in a way she didn’t like (she said he was being mean). She told me what happened and how she was sent to Ms. Hernandez’ office where she told the truth and they talked about ways that she can better deal with her “anger issues.”
“Anger issues?” I said with raised eyebrows.
“Yeah, you know, how I get mad and do things that are not good?”
I do know. I have those same anger issues.
It sucked to hear my 7-year-old talking about her anger issues, but then I was almost relieved (and I did almost laugh because it’s so bizarre to hear a little kid who thinks poop is hilarious to talk about her “anger issues”).
I’ve got a terrible temper and I hate that about myself. I’m also easily frustrated which leads to anger and most of the stupid things I do. I hoped that Margaret would not inherit that from me.
But I’m glad that Margaret is dealing with this now when she’s young enough to make a real difference instead of struggling with it her whole life, like I have.
And while I will never condone my child putting her hands on anyone else in anger, we decided that because she took responsibility for her actions and told the truth about what happened that the school’s treatment of the incident was enough.
I wish it hadn’t happened but at least she learned something about herself. And I’ve learned that sometimes having nothing to write about is a good thing.
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The Road To Rim Rock
He ran toward me as I was finishing up my last mile on the Audubon section of the Colorado River Trail. I had about a hundred yards to go, and I noticed that he looked like an experienced runner. He was wearing a jersey sporting the name of some race and lots of logos, skimpy running shorts and an iPod strapped to his upper arm.
We exchanged the typical head-nod and he slowed down long enough to say, “Wow, you look like my wife. She has the same outfit!”
“Cool!” I thought, “That means I must at least look like a runner!” I felt pretty good about that until it sank in that the guy was in his early 70s, so his wife had to be around the same age. Bummer, I thought, as I gasped my way back to my car. I consoled myself by thinking maybe she was wife No. four and only 32 years old.
All of which leads me to two important questions: Are there any trails in this valley that start downhill? And if the uphill is 2.3 miles, how can the downhill on the same route be less than a mile?
It’s important because I’ve set what I think is a pretty aggressive goal for myself — to run in this year’s Rim Rock Run on Nov. 8. Maybe “participate as an entrant” in this year’s 22.6-mile Rim Rock Run would be more accurate. It also takes some of the pressure off me.
Understand, the pressure is self-imposed. I like to go for long walks and hikes, I always have. I’ve always hated running, too. But at some point (I think I was late for cocktails) I finished up my hike by running the last part of the way. The next time I ran a little more, then a little more. It didn’t kill me as I fully expected it might, so I incorporated a bit more running each time. (In the interest of full disclosure, it wasn’t really running. It was better defined as walking fast while bouncing up and down.)
About three weeks ago in the middle of this activity I had this crazy idea. The blood flow to my brain was restricted because it was all going to my heart, lungs and legs, but I thought, “Hey, you’re about to turn 50 this summer. Maybe you should have a goal. Like train to run the Rim Rock Run and live to tell about it! Maybe you could write about it and somebody else would be inspired to try it too. What do you have to lose? If you don’t make it or wimp out, you’re only humiliating yourself to like, 80,000 people!”
So I talked it over with the-one-we’re-so-glad-to-have-back, Laurena Davis, sure she would diplomatically find a way to say, “No thanks. We can’t spend perfectly good money on newsprint for something like that.” But surprisingly she smiled and agreed it could be fun. Laurena, for the record, ran this race in 2002 and has my eternal admiration.
I have since embarked on a rigorous training schedule that at my current pace will allow me to finish the race in 5 hours and 55 minutes! Hey - it’s a 37K race. That’s a lot of Ks to cover in that amount of time.
I’m not really sure what form my training will take, or what form my writing about it will take either. Right now I’m trying to run — see above definition — 3 miles a day at least five days a week, when it’s not raining. Or too windy, or too cold. I’m a picky runner. So far I’ve managed to do that since March 30.
I push myself, physically and mentally, but I don’t try to fool myself. My body is close to the half-century mark and any sprains, pulls or tears will take about that long to heal. Some days I feel really good and think there should be champagne corks popping for me. Some days I want to smack myself upside the head for thinking I could pull this off. Most days I just think I need way better music on my iPod.
Last week I registered to run a 5K that’s a fundraiser for Girls on the Run of the Grand Valley. It takes place at Long Park on Saturday, May 3. It gives me a short-term goal to work toward, but the best part is that all finishers get a Wondergirl Medal! How cool is that?
Check my column in The Daily Sentinel on the 4th Tuesday of each month to track my progress. I’ll be posting more frequent updates on HAUTE MAMAS.
Oh - and one of the benefits to all this running around is that it really does get you in shape. Check me out:
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Not Immune to Disorganization
I came across Jonas yesterday standing next to the couch and clinging for dear life. Once he had himself up there, it was clear he wasn’t really sure what to do next, or if he even liked it, as getting down apparently hadn’t occurred to him prior to attempting his physical feat.
And, so there it is. The days of my immobile little baby are gone. He has a version of crawling now that involves one knee and a face plant. Eventually though he reaches his destination. And that destination usually involves picking something up in his pincer grasp and placing it in his mouth.
Since the toddler stage hit our family, my housework has been embarrassingly slack. Wait, that’s not exactly right. I actually clean ALL the time. But, you can’t tell because as soon as I clean one mess up, Soren is right behind me making another. He’s disarranged every kitchen drawer and cabinet, spread blocks into every nook and cranny, and pulled out numerous little treasure he’s found in the most tucked away spots. I have to wash the window sheers at least twice a month because he loves to play peek-a-boo behind them usually while eating spaghetti.
So, this two-year-old curiosity coupled with Jonas’ new cruising milestone, spells more work for mommy. I’d always thought I was immune to the disorganizational woes of other women, but since the boys came along I’m in the thick of family mess. Some mess is tolerable, but some, in the case of Jonas’s hand-to-mouth fixation, some mess is dangerous.
I’ve heard of Flylady, but think I’m beyond the “all it takes is an hour” quick fix. Any advise about how to keep a handle on my housework?
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Happy Birthday in the meantime …
I’m going to be quick today. I have to get ready for a Sweet Sixteen birthday party. That’s what I’ve been teasingly calling the shindig that will take place at our house tomorrow evening.
My baby turns 16 on Sunday. Sixteen. Wow, smack dab in the middle of the teen years. Two more years and he is legally an adult. Two more years and he can vote. Another Republican voice to save us from eternal damnation, but let’s not get side tracked.
I intended to write him a big, long, mushy, embarassing letter from mom and post it here. You know, about how much I love him, how handsome he is, how smart he is, how he needs to clean his room. I still intend to do that, but I want to give it the time and attention it deserves. So check back.
In the meantime, I have to wrangle a list of guest names from a teenager, buy hotdogs, hamburgers, soda, chips, finish staining the back deck and track down the game of Twister. I have to ask the neighbors to please call me before they call the cops.
In the meantime, Happy Birthday Alex! I love you the most and the best forever.
Try to stay out of the Blotter.
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Going to the movies
I have fond memories of going to the drive-in movies as a kid. As an adult, I loved going to see movies at the theater and would go quite often. Then along came Margaret and the idea of paying a baby sitter so I could sit in the dark and watch a movie didn’t seem like the best use of my “away from baby” time.
Now that Margaret is older and really enjoys movies, we’ve started taking her to the movie theater as a treat.
The trick is finding movies that are both enjoyable for us and Margaret. There’s nothing worse than forking over $30 for ticket and $30 for “refreshments” to find the movie a real stinker.
While my mom was visiting, the movie Nim’s Island opened. Every time Margaret would see a trailer for this movie, she would excitedly express her desire to see Nim’s Island.
We gave into her excitement and decided we’d all — my mom, Bill, Margaret and myself — go see this movie.
So we forked out the big bucks, got that giant tubs o’ popcorn and soda and sat down to enjoy the movie.
And guess what? We did enjoy the movie. Margaret loved the movie … a lot. My mom and I enjoyed it and Bill didn’t fall asleep. So that’s 4 thumbs up pretty much.
It’s a good movie for kids of Margaret’s age, especially girls. It’s not a perfect movie or an exceptional, must-see movie, but it had a lot of good messages.
The main character, Nim, played by Abagail Breslin, is resourceful and strong without being overbearing or annoying. I enjoyed Jodi Foster playing a neurotic, adventure writer, even if her performance was a bit campy.
All in all, I forgive the film’s weaknesses in story, because it was beautifully filmed and it had just the right amount of action and adventure for little kids and big kids, too.
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Exploit children blog”s Kathy Lee. Hello this is 2008. Mama”s just let it go The Haute Mama”s are not exploiting there children…..period………
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