tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535246666645795951.post3027061077090301998..comments2023-04-22T20:45:41.884-04:00Comments on full hands: Snapshots from the weeksarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02800138092758321499noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535246666645795951.post-27518904987435043362008-12-23T11:04:00.000-05:002008-12-23T11:04:00.000-05:00Hey! You're still blogging! I thought you'd trai...Hey! You're still blogging! I thought you'd trailed off back in Oct...but I'm all caught up with you now.<BR/><BR/>This last scene reminds me of when my older sister and I used to have to watch our baby sister at church in the front-side pew while my mom was up in the choir loft singing...she used to run up to the altar and climb up and jump off the step...no wonder I'm traumatized by church! You are a saint for taking 3 kids by yourself when you could be at home with a bagel and the Sunday New York Times.Andreahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14748454816480995214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535246666645795951.post-50228473995843208142008-12-14T22:58:00.000-05:002008-12-14T22:58:00.000-05:00I would usually have oatmeal somewhere on that swe...I would usually have oatmeal somewhere on that sweater.<BR/><BR/>You are with them, even when you are not. They know that, they really do.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com