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	<title>Little m Long a &#187; Zia</title>
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		<title>The Spoken Word</title>
		<link>http://edlamaze.com/2010/06/02/the-spoken-word.aspx</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Jun 2010 12:25:37 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ed</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Kids and School]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[kindergarten]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Poetry Slam]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[school]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Zia]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[To their tremendous credit, it was not dubbed a graduation ceremony.  In fact, the certificate each child received mentioned nothing of the finality of the kindergarten era.  It was rather an award, individually created for each child specifically designed with their unique personality in mind. Zia&#8217;s? I know what you&#8217;re thinking, but no. Zia&#8217;s certificate [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Another Close Call</title>
		<link>http://edlamaze.com/2010/05/12/another-close-call.aspx</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 12 May 2010 13:20:32 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ed</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Conversations With Little People]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[boys and girls]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Zia]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;So Zia, what&#8217;s this I hear about you kissing a boy at school today?&#8221; &#8220;I didn&#8217;t kiss him!!&#8221; &#8220;So what&#8217;s the story?&#8221; &#8220;Well, I was helping Sam with his work and he said, &#8216;I should give you a kiss&#8217; and I was like, &#8216;EWW, NO WAY!!&#8217; and then he was like, &#8216;HOSEA!!&#8217;&#8221; &#8220;Then what happened?&#8221; [...]]]></description>
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		<title>More You</title>
		<link>http://edlamaze.com/2010/04/28/more-you.aspx</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 28 Apr 2010 16:49:53 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ed</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Birthdays and Anniversaries]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[little moments of happy]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Zia]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Yesterday was a lot like today, but different.  The sunshine made it feel warmer than it probably was.  Bulbs and shoots in every corner of the yard dared to bloom announcing the arrival of spring.  Announcing the arrival&#8230; Chores needed tending.  The marks of winter lay strewn about reminding us that the winter is not [...]]]></description>
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		<title>a moment to gloat&#8212;because that&#8217;s what I do</title>
		<link>http://edlamaze.com/2010/02/23/a-moment-to-gloat-because-thats-what-i-do.aspx</link>
		<comments>http://edlamaze.com/2010/02/23/a-moment-to-gloat-because-thats-what-i-do.aspx#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Feb 2010 18:33:36 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ed</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Parenting]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[gloating as a dad because it's what I do]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Zane]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Zia]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Zoe]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[I stepped on a moonbeam at the top of the stairs last night.  The damn thing nearly tripped me.  Funny thing, moonbeams. That actually has nothing to do with anything but for some reason I felt it needed sharing.  My world seems to be spinning at an alarmingly fast pace as of late.  Not out [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Now That We Have That All Cleared Up</title>
		<link>http://edlamaze.com/2010/02/22/now-that-we-have-that-all-cleared-up.aspx</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 22 Feb 2010 18:25:14 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ed</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Conversations With Little People]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Zia]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Zoe]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Zoë:  Dad, what&#8217;s for dinner? Me:  You&#8217;re sitting right next to it.  I told you that you&#8217;d see it again. I made a nod towards the bag from Panera.  The bag from Panera containing the uneaten portions of sandwiches and soup that were left over from lunch.  The kids had begged for something to eat [...]]]></description>
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		<title>That Wasn&#8217;t Supposed to Happen</title>
		<link>http://edlamaze.com/2010/01/20/that-wasnt-supposed-to-happen.aspx</link>
		<comments>http://edlamaze.com/2010/01/20/that-wasnt-supposed-to-happen.aspx#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 21 Jan 2010 01:56:07 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ed</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[kids]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[broken noses]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Zia]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Zoe]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[The van had a button.  Things were pretty easy.  You want the back lift-gate open?  Press a button.  You want the back lift-gate shut?  Press the button again.  Easy. We don&#8217;t have the van anymore. In all honesty, that is the only feature I miss about that van when compared to our new vehicle.  Well, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Glad Game</title>
		<link>http://edlamaze.com/2009/11/17/the-glad-game.aspx</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 17 Nov 2009 12:27:22 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ed</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Conversations With Little People]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[kids]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Pollyanna]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[The Glad Game]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[As I pulled to the intersection I made sure to leave plenty of room at the crosswalk before me.  I had seen the girl from nearly a block away yet was certain she did not see me.  She had a spotter, though he seemed to be doing very little. I stopped and watched, silently as [...]]]></description>
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		<title>No Sucker for You</title>
		<link>http://edlamaze.com/2008/09/20/no-sucker-for-you.aspx</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 20 Sep 2008 08:13:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ed</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Conversations With Little People]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[kids]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Zander]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Zia]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[<span style="FONT-FAMILY: Comic Sans MS"><font size="4">She walked quickly and looked behind to her left.&#160; He followed, silently, just behind.&#160; Quickly, she changed
course, switched hands and looked behind to her right.&#160; And just as quickly he was there, right behind her.&#160; I could feel the tension mounting, see it in her face.&#160; Frustration
building.<br />
<br />
"Zia, what seems to be the problem?" I asked.<br />
<br />
"Zander keeps following me!&#160; He won't stop," she exclaimed.<br />
<br />
I looked down at Zander who was intent on Zia and focused squarely on her hands.&#160; Zia shifted hands and turned left to right and back again as Zander followed her every move.<br />
<br />
"Zia, he's not following you," I said pointing to the object in her hands.&#160; "He's following the sucker!"<br />
<br />
"Oh."&#160; Then to Zander, "Do you want ...</font></span>
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		<title>But More Importantly&#8230;..</title>
		<link>http://edlamaze.com/2008/09/15/but-more-importantly.aspx</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Sep 2008 16:23:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ed</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Conversations With Little People]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[kids]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Hurrican Ike]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[power outages]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Zane]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Zia]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[<font size="+1"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Comic Sans MS">We stayed inside for the better part of the day.&#160; Safely inside.&#160; The remnants of Ike made it's way into and
through Ohio yesterday with steady winds and gusts into the 50mph range.&#160; It was something to behold.&#160; Our experience in no way compares to those along the Texas and Louisiana
coastline and even those living farther northward in those gulf coast states.<br />
<br />
There was no water to contend with, just the steady and constant winds.&#160; Before long, limbs began to fall.&#160; Our yard is littered with fallen branches.&#160; One branch fell through and
into the front porch breaking a few panes of glass with it's fall.&#160; The driveway was covered with fallen branches.&#160; Minimal stuff all-in-all.&#160; But eventually, inevitably,
...</span></font>
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		<title>And Then There Were Two</title>
		<link>http://edlamaze.com/2008/09/03/and-then-there-were-two.aspx</link>
		<comments>http://edlamaze.com/2008/09/03/and-then-there-were-two.aspx#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Sep 2008 17:48:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ed</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Kids and School]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[first day of school]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Zia]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[<span style="FONT-FAMILY: Comic Sans MS"><font size=4>I read <a href="http://allthatcomeswithit.com/archives/890#" target=_blank>somewhere</a> that being a parent is a lifelong process of learning to let go, truths of the statement ringing evident repeatedly just this past week. &#160; We have said goodbye to summer and our beloved pool.&#160; Zoë and Zane started school.&#160; Just yesterday, we said goodbye to a <a href="http://zoesdad.com/2008/09/02/it-looked-more-like-a-pyramid.aspx" target=_blank>little stuffed bunny</a>.<br /><br />Today, Zia started Pre-K.&#160; She was been asking for weeks when school started and it nearly pushed her over the edge to send her big brother and sister off to school last week without her.&#160; She was ready--whether I am or not.<br /><br /></font><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3062/2824023211_cfd5c3de89_b.jpg"><font size=4> ...
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		<title>Where&#8217;s Her Bubble?</title>
		<link>http://edlamaze.com/2008/09/01/wheres-her-bubble.aspx</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Sep 2008 20:11:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ed</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[kids]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[no bubble]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[swimming]]></category>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://edlamaze.com/2008/09/wheres-her-bubble/</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[<SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Comic Sans MS"><FONT size=4>Like a rock star, her arrival is signaled with squeals of joy.&#160; Like a paparazzi clamoring for a shot, a pose, a one or two line blurb to use for copy.&#160; <br /><br />"MOMMY!!!"&#160; "MOMMY, guess what!"&#160; "MOMMY, look."<br /><br />They do not tire in their quest for a moment, a glimmer of attention.&#160; It is understandable, I get this.&#160; Her busy schedule keeps her away from the house more than she would care to admit.&#160; It's the nature of her job.&#160; And quite frankly, I'm sure the kids tire of my constant badgering--Stop that!, No!, Get that out of your mouth!, Do not hit your sister!, No, you may not put the cat in the dryer!, I don't care if he's wet, I said no!, And don't even think of using Mommy's good......towels! Ugh!!&#160; <br /><br />I could go on.<br /><br />Yesterday, we went to the pool.&#160; Maura met us there after her shift.&#160; The kids went ape crazy in an effort to display the fruits of their labor having toiled at the pool countless hours this summer.&#160; Shout's of, "Mommy, watch this!" and "Mommy, Look!&#160; Look at me !!" echoed throughout the pool deck.&#160; With pride, we took it all in from our lounges near the shallow end of the pool.&#160; Then Zia offered.....<br /><br />"Mommy.&#160; Do you want to see my most spectacular (she actually used that word) jump from the diving board?"<br /><br />Maura:&#160; Well of course I do.&#160; <br /><br />And off she scampered.<br /><br />Beaming, I watched as my little girl climbed the steps to the diving board, skipped to the end, bounced twice and plopped into the water.<br /><br />Maura:&#160; Isn't she supposed to be wearing her bubble?<br /><br />After about a second or two, Zia's little head pops up.<br /><br />Me:&#160; Yes, she has it on.<br /><br />Zoe:&#160; Uhm, Dad, no she doesn't.<br /><br />Me:&#160; Sure she does.&#160; (Looking towards Zia)&#160; Doesn't she?<br /><br />I looked down at my feet, and sure enough Zia's bubble lay there in a heap.<br /><br />I began a slow trot towards the deep end where Zia's little head was just bobbing in the water.&#160; A tiny cough.&#160; The lifeguards were standing at the board watching the scene unfold.&#160; One of them ...
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		<title>And Definitely Not Coffee</title>
		<link>http://edlamaze.com/2008/07/21/and-definitely-not-coffee.aspx</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 21 Jul 2008 20:11:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ed</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Conversations With Little People]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[too much sugar]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Zia]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[<span style="FONT-FAMILY: Comic Sans MS"><font size=4>A brief conversation after breakfast Sunday morning as we prepared to go to church.<br /><br />Me:&#160; Zia, I need you to get dressed.<br /><br />Zia:&#160; Can you help me?<br /><br />Me:&#160; Sure.&#160; What do you think about this dress?<br /><br />Zia:&#160; Yes, yes, yes.&#160; I like that one.&#160; Can I wear my brown shoes?<br /><br />Me:&#160; They don't really match the dress.&#160; What about your white ones?<br /><br />Zia:&#160; Well, they're too big.&#160; The brown ones are just right.&#160; I think I'll wear the brown ones.&#160; Don't you like the brown ones?&#160; I like this&#160;&#160;dress.&#160; Please don't brush my hair too hard. It hurts when you brush it too hard.&#160; Can you tighten my shoes?&#160; Are we going yet?&#160; It's raining, we're gonna get wet.&#160; We should get the umbrella.&#160; It's in the garage.&#160; My dress is going to get wet.&#160; My hair is going to get wet.&#160; Where is Zoë?&#160; We can't leave Zander.&#160;&#160; Come on Zander, let's go.&#160; I like this dress......<br /><br />Note to self:&#160; Zia is no longer allowed to have extra syrup with her French Toast.</font><br /></span> ...
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		<title>I Don&#8217;t Do Anything&#8230;..</title>
		<link>http://edlamaze.com/2008/06/19/i-dont-do-anything.aspx</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 19 Jun 2008 20:15:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ed</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Conversations With Little People]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[from the mouths of babes]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Zane]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Zia]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160;<font size="+1"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Comic Sans MS">I file them in like little ducks.&#160; Everywhere.&#160; It's a scene of repetition, an endless replay loop of
loading and unloading, filing in and out from car to door and back again.&#160; I'm kind of used to it now.&#160; It's commonplace.&#160; This morning I had some information to pick up from the
church office.&#160; I've been conned into leading the 3-4 year old class at this year's Vacation Bible School.&#160; (God bless my mother-in-law!)&#160; And so each morning next week I'll be
leading a group of 3 and 4 year old children in their daily Bible School activities for St. Mary's Catholic Church.&#160; It's kind of funny.&#160; My sister-in-law said, "Wait.&#160; Aren't
you Methodist?"&#160; "It's worse than that," I replied.&#160; "I'm Baptist."<br />
<br />
So as I pick up my information packet this morning the woman at the church office proclaims, "My, don't you have a lot of helpers." To which came the following responses:<br />
<br />
Zoë:&#160; I help a lot.&#160; I made Daddy's coffee this morning.&#160; (She did.&#160; And it was great.&#160; Irish cream--freshly ground beans.)<br />
<br />
Zane:&#160; I help, too.&#160; Sometimes I make the coffee.&#160;<br />
<br />
Zia (speaking in her loudest outside voice that begs to be heard above the clamor or four siblings):&#160; I don't do anything.&#160; I'm just <a href=
"http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3246/2592251045_80daf63ed2_o.jpg" target="blank">cuteness</a>!<br />
<br />
She's got a point.<br />
<br />
<br /></span></font> ...
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		<title>What Did We Forget?</title>
		<link>http://edlamaze.com/2008/06/04/what-did-we-forget.aspx</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 04 Jun 2008 18:22:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ed</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[kids]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[stitches]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Zane]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[<span style="FONT-FAMILY: Comic Sans MS"><font size="4">Let's see.&#160; Do we have everything we need?<br />
<br /></font></span><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Comic Sans MS"><font size="4">Hey, guys.&#160; Can you stop that, please?&#160;<br />
<br />
Cat food..<br />
<br />
Dog food...<br />
<br />
Bird seed....<br />
(Why don't we call it bird food?&#160; Really.&#160; We're feeding the birds this stuff not growing birds.&#160; We don't plant the seed we put it in handy little feeders and the birds come to eat
it.&#160; It's bird food!)<br />
<br />
Guys!&#160; Please stop that.<br />
<br />
Help me out here.&#160; Did we forget anything?<br />
<br />
Milk....<br />
<br />
Cereal....<br />
<br />
*Cue the crash*<br />
<br />
Guys!!!<br />
<br />
*Cue the screaming*<br />
<br />
*Cue the blood*<br />
<br />
OK.&#160; So we forgot gauze bandages and...<br />
<br />
Band-aids.....<br />
<br />
That's right.&#160; In the check-out lane Zane and Zia were having a little ...</font></span>
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		<title>Dichotomy:  The Optomist and the Realist</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 02 May 2008 19:18:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ed</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[go fly a kite]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[<span style="FONT-FAMILY: Comic Sans MS"><font size="4">A small front made it's way through our fair city yesterday.&#160; Nothing significant.&#160; No harsh rains or drastic
temperature changes.&#160; Nothing inclement.&#160; Fair winds and warmer weather.&#160; My son bounded through the door, home from his morning kindergarten class and immediately spied the
kite.&#160; Why it was there or from where it came I've no idea.&#160; He was a man on a mission.&#160; The wind was blowing.&#160; We had a kite.&#160; It needed flying.<br />
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To the yard we ran and in no time Spidey (it was a Spiderman Kite) was sailing above us occasionally looping and ...</font></span>
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